Packed me in a basket which was left in a church

It was found by a nun

Who took one peep and run

Screaming 'there's an eye in the middle of his head!'



The man in charge reflected and then to me he said,

'all men are born equal. you can earn your daily bread;

Go now to the belfry

Where the bats are blind and can't see

There's an eye in the middle of your head.'



I sat there in the gloom, thought about my lousy luck;

At least if your body's offensive then your clothes cover it up

But my forehead is quite smooth

Except for one circular groove

And that's the eye in the middle of my head.