I met an old man who was searching around
And he looked on his shelves and then back on the ground.
     He peeped under stones and then looked in his bin;
    Ran out of his garden but then came back in.

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He sat on his chair but he couldn’t keep still;
So he turned on the cooker and stared at the grill.
    He then went in his bathroom and studied his bath
    But returned to his garden and stared at the path.

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His little dog watched him and he wondered too:
'Well, just what is he seeking?  I wish that I knew.'
       So his doggy joined him and hunted around
       And his wet nose was sniffing all over the ground.

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His cat saw them both and she joined in the hunt
And his pig came along and he started to grunt.
      A duck soon arrived with a mouse and a mole
      And a big wriggly worm crawled from out of a hole.

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The man began smiling when he saw a small hen
And immediately ran for his paper and pen.
    He was hunting for verbs!  What a very strange man!
    And this was the reason his searching began.

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