Stephanie Rearick Tiny Hairs
There's a tiny little manin a tiny little house
with a tiny little wife
for his tiny little spouse
By a tiny little choice
she wears a golden ring
has a tiny little voice
'cause he hates to hear her sing
They do a tiny dance
Wave their little limbs
Bark their tiny shins
Step on little toes and ankles
They jitterbug
They cut a rug
He gives a tug
And she just topples over
She holds to some sign of happiness
like she clutches her pocketbook
meanwhile...
Every robber can tell
she'll never let go while he's
throwing paper airplanes at her-
throwing paper airplanes till she's-
throwing paper airplanes like I said
So the tiny little man
and his tiny little spouse
gave a tiny little birth
to a tiny little louse
which falls down tiny stairs
and he swings his little fists
and he splits her tiny hairs
and she slits her little wrists
They do a tiny dance
Wave their little limbs
Bark their tiny shins
Step on little toes and ankles
They jitterbug
They cut a rug
He gives a tug
And she just topples over
He is carefully watching himself
for some sign of empathy
While she's avoiding his eyes
and every moment he's
throwing paper airplanes at her-
throwing paper airplanes till she's-
throwing paper airplanes like I said
like I said
like I said
