Superball

A glass eye I use to spy
Little tiny teeth that tell a golden lie
My feet are small, I'm not that tall
I'll tell you the truth, but really not at all

I'm small like a superball, throw me at the wall
I'm fragile like an eggshell, I'm mad as hell

My teeth are gold, I'm not that old
I would tell you the truth, but I'm not that bold
Hook me with your hand, my mouth is full of sand
Everything I say ends with and

I'm small like a superball, throw me up at the wall
I'm fragile like an eggshell, I'm mad as hell