If the distance were cut in half And you could do simpler math If the angle were cut, I’d still appear obscure The closer you get to me The further away you’ll be Better to secure a set of binoculars If the ocean were not so deep Then onward to me you’d creep Only to find, I’m even more a blur I don’t mean to be so cruel Hold you to all these rules But I would prefer, you use your binoculars Yes I am sure, don’t say I didn’t warn you first Better to secure a set of binoculars