I refuse to believe either of my eyes
It may come as quite a bit of a surprise
That I'd cut my left and right eye down to size
But both have been known to turn green— to tell lies

I can't trust the vibes picked up by either ear
Both choose to only catch what they want to hear
No matter how notable or crystal clear
In and out jointly playing off of my fear

I rarely rely on the tips of my tongue
Most has been tasting off since when I was young
Not to mention phrasing it's heedlessly flung
Or how rapidly it swelled when I got stung

It would be so silly to bank on my nose
My nose always thinks that it poignantly knows
I truly...