Some years ago in twenty nine,
The world was in a spin,
Yet stirring forces were at work,
To make the public grin.
Those years ago in twenty nine,
A genius did create,
With tools, and glass, and other things,
An instrument of fate.
A magic box he did contrive,
With lens and shutter fast,
The like of which was never seen,
But now was here at last.
The world at first was prone to scoff,
The gadget was no good,
A children's toy it merely was,
And there the matter stood.
Today the turn is quite reversed,
The Candid Camera's eye,
In every nook and corner looks,
And plays the part of spy.
In class rooms here and far away,
The rod no longer cracks,
When teacher frowns and makes a face,
The Candid Camera snaps.
Tutors gasp and shyly blush,
At tactics surely bold.
The Candid Camera magic eye,
Is worth its weight in gold.