Snake Eyes:

I see your beaty little black eyes
Staring me to high Heaven,
With all of your opposite sides
Always adding up to seven.

To most that's not enough
Let me show you how it's done,
If you lay me end to end
Then you'll have you twenty-one.

So put your lips together
With just alittle bitty blow,
And pucker up them lips
I'm about to make it snow.

Is it my beaty little black eyes
Or just a lucky handshake,
That helps you roll those eyes
That cometh from the snake.

The numbers one through six
Or the odds will even it up,
You'll never see my snake eyes
Until you kiss me for good luck.