I'M No Thumbalina
(To the giants who don't believe; big suprizes still come in small packages, don't
believe it... ask Goliath)
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*If I were the size of your thumb*
I would be very precautious as to where I stepped
for I may be mistaken for a mouse and eaten by a cat...
Or, even mistaken by the dog as a chew toy, becoming slobbery and wet…
Conversely, I could dine with Thumbalina, and go to prom with Tom Thumb
I could bathe in a teacup and dry myself with a piece of gauze sans bay rum
I’d use a cotton ball as my pillow and a matchbox for a bed
my food supply might be large but I think I'd get sick of stale bread...
I would dream of being taller than the sweetest plum
If I were the size of your thumb
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Copyright © Adell Foster | Year Posted 2008
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