• Creeping by like a little bug,
    Crawling slow like a little slug,
    A little creature you will see,
    Who looks happy, just like me.
    Skin blue and eyes black,
    He has no reason to attack.
    Smiling and waving, greeting the new,
    Saying, "If only, if only I grew."
    Wishing someday that he'll have friends,
    Waiting for this old journey to end.
    Praying his life would go so sweet,
    Watching the rain and snow and sleet.
    Screaming just for someone to hear,
    Trying to make himself loud and clear.
    Looking at you, watching you stare,
    Showing a small and sad glare.
    Pleading and pleading for you to understand,
    That he is just a really small man.
    For he is everything you might doubt,
    And still he sits there to scream and shout.