A sock goes in and then it’s gone, the dryer hums its secret song. One’s on a mission the other’s astray, why do they vanish where do they play? Socks in the dryer where do you go? You’re hiding secrets we’ll never know. Twist and tumble, spin and hide, one comes out, the other takes a ride. Is there a portal, a hidden door, to lands where socks aren’t lost no more? A striped one’s missing the polka dot too. What’s the dryer planning? What’s it up to? Left foot lonely right foot cold, mysteries deep in the metal fold. Tumble, tumble, round and round, a sock dimension we haven’t found. Socks in the dryer where do you go? You’re hiding secrets, we’ll never know. Twist and tumble, spin and hide, one comes out, the other takes a ride. The sock parade’s a phantom show, marching off where we’ll never go. So I’ll just buy another pair, till the dryer takes its share.
