A little person, just like me!
I wonder what it’s like to be
Another little person who
Moves about, as I do too
I wonder if they ride in cars…
In buses, trams, or trains so fast
Do they walk down to the park?
When they sleep in bed, is it light or dark?
They have big people, just like me!
When they awake, is it these they see?
Do they enjoy a warm embrace?
As I do, when mine see my face
And what about the others here?
Who sit by us; some far, some near
They have no little person, so…
Perhaps I’ll go and say hello