Cyst --> Pustule --> Protuberence --> Excrescence

I had a little cyst, a little cyst had I.

The little cyst it was, a-growing on my eye.

It pressed against my eyeball, and made me hopping mad.

It wiggled and it wriggled, and prospered and grew fat.

I tried to paint my little cyst in colours bright and gay;

I drew on it with liner in't dawn of early May.

Since then my friends have been aloof and they've been rather mean.

They seem to think that I have changed into a weird drag queen.