The Small, Wooden Chair
The Small, wooden chair sits alone in the corner
So easily consumed by flame.
The Small, stoic boy sat alone in that corner
And maybe his cousin the same.
The Small, wooden chair has hosted many alike:
A dunce, brother, or mother.
The Small, wooden chair has captivated alike:
A prince, sister, or ‘nother.
All the figures, great or Small, have sat in the corner
And turned it into sad sound.
But when fire has consumed the Small chair in the corner
They’ll have to sit on the ground.
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