Where oh where have my ovaries gone?

Sung to the tune of: where oh where has my little dog gone A little ditty to be sung so as to lighten the mood and spirits on one Sandy Mousseau, Who’s ovaries have mysteriously disappeared!!!

Where or where have my ovaries gone?

Where or where can they be?

The doctor tells me they can’t find them

They’ve search all the way to the sea!

 

Can they be in my refrigerator?

Or in my pa-an-ntry?

Are they hiding behind the pasta?

Or behind a ca-a-an of peas?

 

I know they’re not in my peanut butter

Or in my cup of tea,

But what is that squishy pi-ing-k thing

Underneath my cookie?

 

Are they in the bedroom closet?

Or in this pile of laundry?

Where oh where have my ovaries gone?

Where oh where can they be?

Are they lurking in my pots and pans?

Are they underneath the sink?

Are they somewhere in the ki-i-tchen

They vanished i-i-in a blink

 

Are they with the decorations

Or with the Chris-ist-mas tree?

Kelly packed up the decorative town

So close to the epiphany?

 

I wonder where those two things went.

Why such the mystery.

Where oh where have my ovaries gone?

Where oh where can they be?