Warning: A couple of lines here are not for the faint of heart (i.e. a bit of blood).

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There once was a man who owned many slaves

Who disliked whipping them when they misbehaved

And yet one day when the man threw a fit

He poked out the eye of one and threw him into a pit!

Later on the slave climbed up out of the hole,

A young, handsome lad with a kind hearted soul.

He returned to his master with tears in his eye

And his master was shocked with this great surprise:

The right eye of the lad was gone from its socket

Retrieved from the pit and now away in his pocket.

The man was quite terrified at what he had done

So he said to the slave lad, “What must I do, son?”

The young slave lad was silent, lost deep in thought

And where his eye used to be blood started to clot.

The rich man--in a panic of pity and remorse--

Spoke to the lad without the least bit of force:

“What would you like from me, lad? To you

I will give anything; there must be something I can do!”

The man bowed his head, shame flooding his heart

And the slave lad reached into his pocket to start.

He enlightened his master of what he wanted most:

“I wish not for riches, not even riches utmost,

Nor the grandeur you inherit by lineage or favour,

Nor sweet foods or rare wine with their delicate flavours;

Nor for the women you keep in your house,

Not for the prettiest woman; I do not want a spouse;

I want not the high position I obviously lack

For what I want most of all is simply my eye back.”