Short fingers you do not see
An optical illusion to you and me
It’s all a matter of perspective
When looking at what’s defective
No foreshortening in this strip
Someone needs to get a grip
Those fingers are short and small
It should be obvious to well, almost all
The key is in the shadow of all things
Just like those blessed guitar strings.
Short fingers you do not see An optical illusion to you and me It’s all a matter of perspective When looking at what’s defective No foreshortening in this strip Someone needs to get a grip Those fingers are short and small It should be obvious to well, almost all The key is in the shadow of all things Just like those blessed guitar strings.