The lazy eye
The softest eye
The sunken eye
The eye is glass

The crazy eye
The stoic eye
The shrunken eye
The eye of brass

Took it in and out to tease them
Took it in and out to please them
Goggling from cups of water
Ogling at all his daughters
Strangers watching, gathered round it
Says he lost and you just found it
Makes a grin and makes her gag
Lots of laughter to be had

But who is watching, black dilating,
When we think the eye's just waiting?
Whose deep arrow goes on mission
Sending tidings on commission?

Glass it is
And brass it be
But who's on vigil,
Sly sentry?

* My grandfather had a glass eye after he lost his from some shrapnel in the Pacific during WWII. He apparently used to freak out his nine daughters with it. He's long dead, and I've always wondered what happened to that glass eye. I wish I had it.