I am rather pygmyish
Attitudinally challenged
Not an owl or a nuthatch
Which are supposed to be pygmies
I have no idea why I am down here
Closer to the five and six year olds
Maybe it is so they will not be afraid of me
And it has been working
Every night I used to pray let me grow
I forgot to add which direction
A little detail I left out
Which has kept me short and now I’m stout
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