by Pavel Chichikov
See my big eye? I have one –
That little bird up there
See every feather, every one
Beaver's glim below the mud bank
Glossy brown it is
Shining in the shadow of the burrow
One eye sees all – the fox's quiver
Of fine red arrows –
How the rabbits shiver
Here is my single eye
Give it to you, I
In the very center of your forehead
This eye is better, see?
Will someone notice?
Yes, but never twice
Only those who have one
Can see yours
When you see theirs
That's how you recognize
Those great big eyes
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