Something About Myself 
I'm so small, so very, very small
I'm seldom ever seen, and never heard at all
I fall to the floor into a tiny little ball
So small, so very, very small
I'm so little, just a tiny little little
Tired and sick, pale, weak and brittle
not dead, no life, just somewhere in the middle
I'm just a little, a tiny little little
I'm so cold, in my little hole
I'm so frightened, in my little skull
Just put a spade into my blanket and shovel till it's full
I'll be warm and silent, in my little hole