Oh Waldo, Waldo where are you?
I long for your red hat, stripped shirt and spectacles,
I search and search for you.
Still you seem lost in the crowd
or maybe it is I who is lost.
Are you by the castle near the moat?
Could you be standing with the others on the wall
defending the damsels within the rampart?
I explore each face hoping
that it may be yours,
still your face eludes me.
It's a sea of red, white and blue
but where oh where is Waldo?