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Specky 4 Eyes
I have been short sighted all of my life
I still squint at things myopically,
my folks tried to teach me to tell the time
with a clock high on the wall, do you see?
Yes? Well, that's a bit more than I could do
perplexed with, " this the big hand, this the small "
me, nodding my head, I bet you would too!
at that blob high up on the kitchen wall.
Well, I bluffed it out till I started school
and kept, not my eyes, but ears open wide,
and nine times outta ten I had folk fooled
but confess when I got glasses, I cried...
Specky four eyes never once got my goat
Since, by then, I went home in my own coat...
I still squint at things myopically,
my folks tried to teach me to tell the time
with a clock high on the wall, do you see?
Yes? Well, that's a bit more than I could do
perplexed with, " this the big hand, this the small "
me, nodding my head, I bet you would too!
at that blob high up on the kitchen wall.
Well, I bluffed it out till I started school
and kept, not my eyes, but ears open wide,
and nine times outta ten I had folk fooled
but confess when I got glasses, I cried...
Specky four eyes never once got my goat
Since, by then, I went home in my own coat...
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