The Little Man, oh how small.
How he waddles and talks,
Like a whistle so high a voice.
He is small, in a house as small as a mouse,
He is a lovely little fellow,
How joyus he is, with tiny rosy cheeks,
And easy to please.
He doesn't eat much,
Just crumbs for a meal.
The Little Man, oh how small.
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