Oh ipod, why did you take your leave without even a small farewell?
She says it's been like losing a limb, though an arm that small must be hell.
The truth is, I really must take some blame - if it wasn't for me calling,
she wouldn't have been rummaging in the bag from which, it seems, you came falling.
She’s wearing black and has random wires trailing from her ears.
And each time she hears a podcast title it’s reducing her to tears.
Wherever you are oh please come home, I'm not sure she'll survive.
Mind you, if things are really so bad, to me she just may drive.
On second thoughts, yes please stay lost and this advantage I will seize.
It won’t be long ‘til she pulls up outside and demands we eat Japanese!