The Dot, In Small I

This Ok Is It’s Me Dot O, that’s what I am Small, less famed Yet, I stand proud Among your crowd I, too, have an aim Even though I came Yes, from the land Where all must run To the field of tare Ere storms share Us, their madness Our great sadness Still, I have a price I also have my vice Though, life is less For me, I am bless Though, I am a dot But I am not a nut O, true, without me Like dot, there’ll be No. a small letter I Or big you, my pie