When I was walking in a wood beside a meadow wallI met a little person who was very, very small.
In fact, he was so tiny, he was scarcely there at all!
The little person stared at me while half a minute fled.Then looking wise for one his size: "You can't be real!"
"You're something I've imagined in my clever little head!"
The little person turned and ran, and quickly I did, too,Because it really startles you and scares you through and
When a little guy six inches high thinks he's imagined you!
Ernestine Cobern Beyer