little man

a little man

very small indeed

a white and balding pate has he

with rosy cheeks on milk-white skin

rising above a dimpled chin

and wire-rimmed specs on a bulbous nose

so big and red, you'd swear it glows

and mischievous eyes, all crystal blue

and big, bushy eyebrows; big ones, it's true

they're salt-pepper gray and wild as weed

no doubt of some exotic eyebrow breed

and all of his arms and all of his legs

are strong and round, but short like short pegs

but that doesn't slow the little man's pace

as up and down the aisles he'll race

searching first here and then over there

constantly searching, always aware

and the little man knows the place high and low

he knows of its wonders, he knows of its woes

he's seen me triumphant atop mountain peaks

he's seen me cowering, afraid and so weak

he sees me outside, he sees me in

he suffers the losses, he savors the wins

a little man, yes, that's what i said

a wee small lad that runs 'round in my head

and gives me the "facts" from "a down through z"

get to know the little man

and you'll get to know me

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