So am I really miniature now
Or is it just my head?
Tasseled strings of mine
With paint stained behind
Girl right ahead.
Never big now am I,
With my eye
As high
As the thumbtack
That one barefoot misses.
"No one steps on me
Tiny me." Tiny be,
Tiny L-shaped arms
That you can't see.
Tune figures in
Rattled shaped case
"Wipe that chuckle off your face,"
say those fancy fanatics.
You're pathetic
You're lower than the needle,
"Don't you fiddle-feedle me."
I belong with
This focusing femme
I belong with
This focusing gem
-So get off my back-
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