Superball - Helium

A glass eye I use to spy.

Little tiny teeth that tell a golden lie.

My feet are small, I’m not that tall.

I’ll tell you the truth, but really not at all.

I’m small like a superball, throw me at the wall

I’m fragile like an eggshell, I’m mad as hell.

My teeth are gold, I’m not that old.

I would tell you the truth, but I’m not that bold.

Hook me with your hand, my mouth is full of sand.

Everything I say ends with and.

I’m small like a superball, throw me up at the wall

I’m fragile like an eggshell, I’m mad as hell.