Spin, spin, spin, The toy will not fall. Tells the man if he is real- Or in a dream, after all.

I’m found in socks, scarves, and mittens, and often in the paws of playful kittens.

What is black when it’s clean and white when it’s dirty?

Quite the looker Long and thin Brings the moon closer You can even see the man on its grin

I close out light or lose my sight, In slats or senses, day or night. I dim the world or fail to find, what others see, I leave behind.