On the ninth green, Bob's in a panic,
Searching his bag, this situation's manic.
He swore he put it back, but where did it go?
Now he's frantic, this just isn't a show.

Bob left his club a few holes back,
Searching through fairways, cutting no slack.
From hole 8 to 2, retracing his track,
Bob left his club a few holes back.

He jumps in the cart, his partners groan loud,
Embarrassed and grumpy, they're drawing a crowd.
Hole 8, no wedge, just a duck in the pond,
Hole 7, a rabbit, but the wedge has absconded.

Bob left his club a few holes back,
Searching through fairways, cutting no slack.
From hole 8 to 2, retracing his track,
Bob left his club a few holes back.

Hole 6, just a gopher giving a laugh,
Hole 5, some geese, but no golfing staff.
Hole 4, still no wedge, Bob's starting to rant,
Hole 3, there's a frog, and his pants have got ants.

Bob left his club a few holes back,
Searching through fairways, cutting no slack.
From hole 8 to 2, retracing his track,
Bob left his club a few holes back.

Down to hole 2, his shirt's caught a tear,
Hole 1, other side, there's the wedge, oh so rare!
His partners are fuming, they finish the round,
Bob's left in shame, not a friend to be found.

He missed the beer cart girl, didn't catch her at all,
Too busy searching, couldn't hear her call.
Now he's alone, his friends in a huff,
Left with his wedge, but the day's been tough.

Bob left his club a few holes back,
Searching through fairways, cutting no slack.
From hole 8 to 2, retracing his track,
Bob left his club a few holes back.

Bob's now on a mission, checking every hole,
Like a detective with a very odd role.
His partners are snickering, they've given up hope,
Bob's like a madman, his bag on a rope.

Bob left his club a few holes back,
Searching through fairways, cutting no slack.
From hole 8 to 2, retracing his track,
Bob left his club a few holes back.

Hole 9 was just the start of this spree,
Bob's now talking to squirrels in a tree.
Hole 8 again, and still no wedge,
Bob's contemplating jumping off the ledge.

He missed the beer cart girl, didn't catch her at all,
Too busy searching, couldn't hear her call.
Now he's alone, his friends in a huff,
Left with his wedge, but the day's been tough.

Bob left his club a few holes back,
Searching through fairways, cutting no slack.
From hole 8 to 2, retracing his track,
Bob left his club a few holes back.

So if you see Bob, just give him a wave,
He's the guy who searched like a madman, brave.
Left his club a few holes back, it's true,
Now he's got his wedge, but his friends are through.