Eyes
You've got two balls inside your head,
You close them when you go to bed.
You open them to start your day,
You use them when you want to play
'Most every game. It has to be,
Because without them, you can't see.
(I know it sounds like quite a lark,
But most games suffer in the dark.)
These balls are nestled in your face,
And are, thank goodness, fixed in place
It is a good thing, without doubt,
That they're stuck so they won't fall out
(For if they did fall to the ground
And then began to roll around,
They'd be quite difficult to find
Since you would be completely blind
And you might step on them. How smelly
(Because, you know, they're full of jelly)).
Sometimes you scrunch them up real tight,
Or squint them towards a dazzling light.
They come in hazel, brown and blue,
And green and grey and chestnut too.
These balls are so useful for you,
That you've not only one, but two.
(With one, you'd be fine, that's a fact,
But everything would look quite flat.)
When you are sad they start to leak.
They sparkle when of joy you speak.
They're also useful for to see
A sunset, or to watch TV.
What they are should be no surprise:
All-seeing orbs, your gorgeous eyes!