I’m so glad you noticed my beauty, Peter but sing to me what you feel . . .
Mother nature is a real nasty one. She gives me eyes like these and then this monster beak.
They say the eyes have it. Mine certainly do.
When I catch him sneaking up on me, he says, “What, you got eyes in the back of your head?” I just say with this neck, I don’t need them.
Look into my eye. Look into my eye. We are both getting sleepy. Wait, that’s not how it goes.
I may not have eyes in the back of my head, but I’ve got the next best thing.