Poor Banjo

My poor little guy,
He buggered his eye,
My doesn't know what to do.

I give him kisses,
and belly scritches,
and gunk his eye with goo.

I pray for the best,
I Tell him to rest,
Hope E' ain't gotta twitch

The toad aye ain't got,
Nor a charmed pot,
If only I was a witch

Love you little buddy, get well soon!