Inside this sleek and pointed head,
My eyes are luminous green,
They’re watching every move you make,
They’re accurate and keen

They watch you at the bench top,
They watch you to the fridge,
They watch you taking tin cans out,
And opening up the lids

They watch you everywhere you go,
Especially in the kitchen,
They want to see just what you’ve got,
Fish or lamb or chicken

But when it’s time to go to bed,
That’s when they seek your lap,
And they close inside my pointed head,
So I can take my nap