I spy a gift in a box
And one or two colorful round marble rocks
I spy a timepiece where seconds tick past
A birthday reminder,
A gun that can blast
I spy a teacup the color of the sky
And some tightly woven thread—
There are things I spy. I spy a spring
Wound up in a coil
A soldier perched in foreign soil
A vacuum creator
A music machine
A letter on which a mirror does lean
I spy a clip with no paper in its grasp
A clothespin alone with nothing to clasp
Five painted white dots
On a tiny green square
Some dull silver coins
One needle from a pair
I spy a muddle of things, it seems
Things that you'd only pair up in your dreams
Like a colorful, rotating merry-go-round
Where objects are scattered onto the ground
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If there's anything to say
If there's anything to do
If there's any other way
I'll do anything for you.