My parents must've disliked me. they left me in the lurch   Packed me in a basket which was left in a church   It was found by a nun   Who took one peep and run   Screaming 'there's an eye in the middle of his head!'      The man in charge reflected and then to me he said,   'all men are born equal. you can earn your daily bread;   Go now to the belfry   Where the bats are blind and can't see   There's an eye in the middle of your head.'      I sat there in the gloom, thought about my lousy luck;   At least if your body's offensive then your clothes cover it up   But my forehead is quite smooth   Except for one circular groove   And that's the eye in the middle of my head.