Look in the mirror!
I look in the mirror, and see a lost kid.
The kid I am trying to find is me.
Should I break the mirror and get him out of there?
I cry that I can't reach him.
So I keep on looking for another lost kid;
I catch enough kids to crowd in one place, and they all look like me.
I'm a magnet for them.
Good thing I am lost; I know what lost kids are.