I remember once in history class
My teacher, Mrs. Joan
Said a person who looks at Medusa
Will instantly turn into stone.
I also learned, a while ago
From my neighbor, Mrs. Brind
That if you stare straight at the sun
In seconds you’ll go blind.
Then just last week at Boy Scouts
My scoutmaster, Mr. Sack
Said if you lock eyes with a Grizzly
You’ll provoke him to attack.
So then I considered Medusa,
The sun’s burning rays, and the bear
And it made sense all of a sudden
Why my mom says it’s not nice to stare.
