’Cause one day w’en he’s ’ist a boy
An’ playin’ wif a home-made toy,
It flew aroun’ an’ hit his face,
An’ left that funny open place.
But I don’t care if he is queer,
He sees enough to know I’m here,
An’ finds the time to stop an’ play
W’en I am lonesome through the day.
But ma an’ dad are not so kind
As veg’t’ble man whose eye is blind.