I hide in strings and wooden keys, I flutter out on laughing breeze. I make your shoulders sway and swing, without a single visible thing.

I rest on one eye, a circle of sight; A peanut once wore me, a tycoon might. One lens of class from another age’s role.

In a bottle you'll find this creamy delight, soothing touch when skin feels tight. A partner to sun, to keep you bright.

From the Czech Republic, my origins are west, though Prague is the capital known best. A country long forgotten, not tied to Parisian artists of notoriety, for they refused to comply with the rest.

Ok, so let me get this straight. Obviously, The ‘first’ should be put into the ‘second’. But it doesn’t go there? It’s just hung up? English makes no sense. In that ‘second’, I haven’t a clue as to why it’s named ‘firstsecond’. Ohhh! Because you put in your bathing ‘first’! No wonder it took off.