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Here is a tale of the runt, in the land of giants
Bearing the brunt of her size and growing defiant
This pint sized gal was a mere 23 feet tall
Compared to others at 30, seemed like nothing at all
She couldn't play sports or join them in battle
Sat on the sidelines with elders in idle prittle prattle
She longed for adventure, if only her vigor could be shown
But at the laughable height of an ogre full grown?
They'd scoff, Not likely"
And say it contritely.
So she picked up and left, taking nothing along
Just her will and her drive, whether it be right or wrong
This is when the story takes a bit of a left turn
Her saga led her to a bridge where here she'd learn
Trolls were significantly smaller in stature
Tolls were no issue either, since she left the bridge in fracture
So she made her way through
And they tasted good too.
She was feeling great, belly full and spirits high
Now she needed a drink, trolls are notoriously dry
She found a stream swimming with elves and munchkins
And munch them she did, with a big post lunch grin
Outside the land of Giants, it was her who was large
The first time she'd felt powerful and in charge
She fought off goblins and snacked on faeries and bones
Called them pixie on the rocks, when she ate them with stones
No sprites though, that was bad luck
No matter, they made her 7-UP chuck
Well, word had spread back to the giants at the homeland
The damage this runt had done was becoming more grand
They sent out a search party to stop her habitat destruction
All the biggest giants went searching (it was quite a production)
They'd made peace with all the creatures except for one
To live harmoniously with no fear of being eaten or run
Just as they found our little runt, who came out of the wood
The one that towered over giants, this situation was no good
Who make the heart stop
Yeah. It was the cyclops
They readied to fight but knew giants were no match
When a light bulb appeared above the runt, a plan to hatch
Waving her arms she distracted cyclops who gave chase
She knew she had the advantage in a (really) big foot race
Led him to a gap in the forest, her tiny frame through with ease
As he followed her, he ended up stuck in the clearing of trees
Unable to escape she had taken down the giant's foe
No small part to her small size she felt thankful she couldn't grow
Now the giants see her better with a welcome back to the group
Especially after a big victory bowl of giant eyeball soup!
Who says you can't do it all
Just because you're small
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