There lived a girl in Coconut Grove,
And coconut hair had she;
She taught, she volunteered, she served her family well,
And all she ever wanted was a pair of eyes to see.

She could smell the strangle dirt as it popped like beads of rain,
And hear the night owl wrestle the leaves as he stood on guard;
She could feel the prespiration along the latched windowsill,
Yet the one thing she most wanted alluded her without regard.

But one day a feisty o’ fellow came strolling down  her lane,
And with him he had a golden magic seed;
He snatched it out of his tattered shirt pocket nearing the center of his breast,
“I bid you a fair coconut good morning, for I am here to do you a good deed!”

Suddenly her coconut hair glowed the whole grove a coconut white,
“What is it you are doing to me feisty o’ fellow sir? I could only smell Miss Crabapple’s pies, but now I can see her frowns.
Do I want this gift I wonder, In my heart I stir.”

“Where is my fairy Coconut Grove, the lovely people I once knew?
Were they never there in the midnight of my years?
What is wrong with this coconut light?
For it has forced me to heaping coconut tears.”

“Feisty o’ fellow sir I beg you, come back and turn out the light.
Give me back my fairytale life of beauty without jaundiced faces;
I’d rather lace my tongue in the lane’s brooks,
I’d rather feel the fur of the grove’s red squirrels,
I’d rather listen to the melody of the raw winds in my back woods.
Than to ever have a pair of eyes to see, not those faces, surely not on those bases.”

Just because people have eyes to see with, it doesn’t mean that they can see with their eyes.