There once was a time when the small people reigned.
They roamed the whole planet, their lives unrestrained.
But then one day only seven remained…
Where did the small people go?
The first was a plucky young lad name of Tweedle
Who was thin as a thread and the length of a beetle.
Got himself caught in the eye of a needle…
Where did the small people go?
The next had a thirst for some freshly pressed cider.
Stole dragonfly wings and constructed a glider.
Flew into a web and sucked dry by a spider…
Where did the small people go?
The third made a bet he could steal the moon’s laughter.
Launched himself from a gun that was owned by a hamster.
They say he made it as far as hereafter…
Where did the small people go?
The next one was known as a champion jockey.
A rider of rodents, sturdy and stocky,
Took a nap on a pond where a team played ice hockey…
Where did the small people go?
The fifth made his bed on the hearth of a squire.
When he choked on the smoke and began to perspire
Yanked open the flue and was sucked into the fire…
Where did the small people go?
The next fell in love with an odd prima donna,
Who forced him to care for her old pet iguana.
With one lizard sneeze he was blown to nirvana…
Where did the small people go?
The last was determined to live to one hundred,
He fashioned a bunker inside an old woodshed,
Was bit by a zombie ant, now he is undead…
Where did the small people go?
There once was a time when the small people reigned
They roamed the whole planet, their lives unrestrained
Then one-by-one their populace drained…
Now the small people are gone!
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The New Grimmoire is a series of my interpretations of tales collected from the Brothers Grimm, many of them not as famous or familiar as the twenty or so that most people know. This was originally called “The Small People” and I’ve mostly set the verses to an old camp song I once learned, about seven old ladies locked in a bathroom. Give me a shout-out if you know what I’m talking about!
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