I spy with my little eye, something that has an X in it.
I spy with my little eye, something that is close by.
I spy with my little eye, a sound so profound.
They look around thinking of the object, and all say, ”Pass.”
”What is the object?” they ask me.
Before I say the answer, I hear the thwack-thwack.
And, I wish again that others can see it too. The things I see.
If only someone got the answer right. At least this one time.
A few weeks later…
“Any interesting games in mind?” they ask.
”How about I spy with my little eye…?” I respond.