She’s very quiet and very small, In fact, she’s hardly there at all, That’s what she is, And what she is, And what she is.
I watched her climbing up a tree, And at the top she waved to me, That’s what she did, And what she did, And what she did. La da da da da da da da, La da da da da da da da da.
Tonight before I fell asleep I gave her all my songs to keep, That’s what I did, And what I did, And what I did.
I dreamt of climbing up a tree, And at the top she waved to me, That’s how she is, And how she is, And how she is.
La da da da da da da da, La da da da da da da da da.
She’s the smallest of all persons Mentioned in the records of littleness, All but one. She’s the smallest but one; She’s only wee.
