Be My Oyster

Seven faces in a line, and another seven yet, seven guesses to decide.
Twenty teeth to make a man, thirty more to spin a cog, forty eyes around the
clock.
When you get stuck in the gate, when you get thrown in the hole,
Will you stick it out with grace, will you slip it out with soap,
Be the oyster of my world, suck in sand and spit out pearls.
You wear leather in the desert, and you wear defeat with grace, we won’t see it
on your face.
Twenty teeth to make a man, thirty more to spin a cog, forty eyes around the
clock.
When you get stuck in the gate, when you get thrown in the hole,
Will you stick it out with grace, will you slip it out with soap,
Be the oyster of my world, suck in sand and spit out pearls.