My One-Eyed Stone

I’ve always kept a stone – I don't know why
I’ve always kept a stone that only has one eye

I knew from the start. It was plain to see
That this wonderful stone had an eye out for me

It’s special and brown with a frown
Not what you’d expect from a stone that sits around

Even though it is quite old
My lovely stone is as polished as gold

It must be quite difficult to be bereft
If the right eye is gone and the left eye is left

Although my stone is lacking an eye
No one loves it more than I

I’ve always kept a stone – I don't know why
I’ve always kept a stone that only has one eye