Little Wimble
Little wimble is oh so small,
He sought the tallest place of all,
He's been wandering since his birth,
Looking for the peak of the earth,
He journeyed from valleys to hills,
Then to mountains with colds and chills,
Each time he climbed he had it rough,
But nowhere could be high enough,
Wimble's hands gave up 'fore his will,
He fell down and now remains still,
During his flight he came to see,
People smaller than they should be,
Although he didn't feel content,
He was glad that this is the end.
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