If an object goes missing and you have to get it back, St. Anthony of Padua is your guy. It’s common to hear people mutter,
“Anthony, Anthony, please come around,
Something’s lost and must be found.”
I’m on such good terms with the official finder of lost objects that I should be able to call him “Tony” by now. You can imagine how busy St. Anthony must be.* Therefore, I was glad to discover that the delegation of lost keys had gone to St. Zita. I couldn’t find a catchy rhyme for St. Zita’s intercession, but sometimes they write themselves:
Zita, Zita, if you please,
Help me find my missing keys.
Speaking of saints, I'm a little put out that I didn't go to this "Be a Saint" party. Granted, I don't live in New York anymore, but still....
*Sometimes people get him confused with St. Anthony of Egypt, patron saint of domestic animals, especially pigs, and then they get cross when their dollies don’t show up, as is what happened in Eleanor Farjeon’s "The Tantony Pig" (from Martin Pippin in the Daisy Field).