Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine. Vol. 125, No. 6. Whole No. 766, June 2005

I miss you, I miss you, I really do miss you

Oh, more than I ever could say

More than the sun misses night-blooming jasmine

Or the moon misses noon every day

Hey, I miss you, I miss you, I really do miss you

Oh, more than you ever could know

More than the Dodgers were missed out in Brooklyn

Or Annabel Lee was by Poe

Oh, more than the anchorman misses the point

Or the audience misses the gag

I could tell you “I miss you”

ad infinitum

But it’s not my nature to nag.

Still, I miss you, I miss you, I really do miss you

And, boy, it annoys me because

You duck and you swerve and you dodge every shot

And my aim ain’t as good as it was.