De odder day I loas my glasses
I couldn’t fine dem anywhere.
Dem not in de bathroom, de kitchen, de bedroom.
No matter where I look,
I couldn’t fine dem.
It mek me tink bout mobile phones.
At least when I can’t fine my phone
I can call it.
When I hear it ring, I know jus where it is.
But I caan do dat wid a pair of specs.
Dem does sit round,
Quietly waiting to be discovered
Dem can’t shout, raise an arm and wave at me.
Even if daay could,
It might be a little hard to see.
Somebody could mek nuff money,
Creating someting dat could fine my glasses fu me.
But in de meantime,
I off to try and put my hands on glasses pair, number three.
