There are such pretty stars twinkling up in the skies
But they don’t know they’re pretty, ‘cause they don’t have eyes
And there are such lovely scents produced by fresh roses
But they can’t smell themselves, ‘cause they don’t have noses
And it’s nice to run your fingers through soft, warm sand
But the sand can’t feel itself, ‘cause it doesn’t have a hand
And the drip-drop of rain is delightful to hear
But the rain will never realize, ‘cause it doesn’t have an ear
And cake is so delicious that it never goes to waste
But the cake has no idea, ‘cause it lacks a tongue to taste
And there could be something splendid about you and me as well
But without the right organ to sense it, we’ll never be able to tell.
