There are green eyes and brown eyes, soft and warm

There are eyes that spy and eyes that cry

And there is also the eye of the storm

There are laughing eyes with a special spark

There are also eyes that glow in the dark

There are "Redeye Specials" that save you money

There are "Blackeyed Susan" from which bees make honey

But the eyes we like most watch over our sport

These are the eyes of the Tennis Court