I think I lack
That real good sight
Know whether I now can read and write.
Mild is my lack
But wild the sight
Those glasses swirled gave me a fright
A colorful sight.

Now though mild specs get out of hand
And this is the flaw of all those brands
All those brands.

I whirled and splat!
Now what a sight,
Tum churns by day and also night.
It's riled and bleck!
Make mild with Sprite.
Knew whether I need to see the light
To see the light.

But now at last I plainly see
I do my dance of property (property).
New specs I lacked
But now they're right.
Don't spin by day nor even night.
Mild is my lack,
But still need sight.
Unfurled, eyes look upon the sight
The beautiful sight.

I whirled and splat!
Now what a sight,
Tum churned by day and also night.
'Twas riled and bleck!
Made mild with Sprite.
Knew whether I need to see the light
I saw those sights.