Blind Man's Buff
I know he’s here I heard him laugh out loud
Which way, I wonder? Left? Or maybe right?
I know he’s here; he’s here within this crowd
I wish this blindfold wasn’t quite so tight
If I put out my hand, will he be there?
If I could only get a tiny peek
He’s here. I know he’s here. He’s here somewhere
He’s in the open, still I have to seek
Who made this game? It isn’t very fun
They say just touch whoever you can find
But I say no, I’m only after one
I’ve locked it down; you’ll never change my mind
Then to my mind a thought comes suddenly:
When it’s his turn, he’ll only seek for me!