A person can be lost,
But they can always be found,
As long as they’ve got an iphone.
If they haven’t,
Then things get tricky,
And we have to use our eyes.
We’ll do it the old fashioned way,
We’ll send out a search party,
Mine would be in fancy dress,
All pirates! Har-har me hearties!
For I don’t have an iphone,
But you can try to sell me one,
You’ll tell me like you did the rest,
‘It does everything but run!’