Grizzly Bear

I've looked everywhere, Mr. Forbes
but I can't find the cello or yet the french horn
And I can't find the harp
I don't know where it's gone
and of course you can't go without that
I've looked everywhere, Mr. Forbes
but I can't find your clamshells, your file or your drill
and your sheepskin-lined coat is eluding me still
and of course you can't go without that
I've looked in the attic, the cellar and the hall