Seeing straight...

Oh mistress mine, oh mistress mine,
That magpie's pecked my eyes.
I look so strange, I feel forlorn,
Please help me, mistress mine.

Oh Mr Owl, Oh Mr Owl,
I saw you looking strange.
I too am sad, your glow has gone, 
I'll blip you, Mr Owl.

Fame will be yours, across the world,
Those magpies will be scorned
For pecking out your plastic eyes
And leaving you forlorn...