If you live in a house like this
You'll know that with parental bliss
There comes a pain this state inflicts
Cos where there's kids, there's lego bricks.

No matter how often every day
You gather them, they get away
To skulk unseen and plot unchecked
And leap out when you least expect

When shoes are off they lurk like pike
Till you walk past and then they strike
You tread on them and curse afresh
And rub the imprint on your flesh

What price would we not gladly pay
To see the bricks all put away
Without exception, every one
Well, here's a thought to ponder on

It could, it would be all so simple
To collect those bricks with dimples
If Lego would agree to stick
A metal strip in every brick

A wand to be used in conjunction
Has a strong magnetic function
Switch on to use and sweep the floor
Beneath the chairs, behind the door

See the lego pieces leap
Like flying fish or bounding sheep
And to the magnet rod affix
Like cubist candy floss... but bricks

Once you have retrieved a crop
Hold over box, switch off to drop
And wander without fear of pain
Your house, barefoot, at night again