Albert's Eyeballs

I hear Albert Einstein's eyeballs Are packed away in a lock box Somewhere in New York City Under golden key and lock I can't help but wonder About what it is he sees Stuffed in that darkened rectangular box For all of eternity Do they pull them out and dust them off Every now and then Let them look around without a sound A wink without a grin Are they kept inside a pickle jar Or do they roll around freely These are a few of the questions That keep confounding me Do they MC square as they sit there and stare Do they soak them in Visine They must dry out rather quickly With no way to possibly blink Why would they save Albert's eyeballs What could they possibly find Unless they just love the color Of the brown tint in his eyes I heard today that they have Albert Einstein's eyeballs in a lock box somewhere in NYC. no idea if its true but it makes for one crazy poem!