Pray For Deliverance Poem by Ima Ryma

I got it to give my best girl,
But she was not here at the time.
Now can't recall where I did squirrel
It away, causing me to climb
The walls in frantic search for it.
I've looked every place I know,
And now I am in such a fit,
Seeing her with nothing to show.
It is the perfect gift for her,
Specially grown, one of a kind.
She would love getting it for sure.
Where I stuck it won't come to mind.

I'm not a churchgoing squirrel, but,
Oh Lordy, help me find that nut!