The Tiny Thumbeleana

Planted in a seed

Something came that had a need

What was born was a different breed

But one day she got tooken with great speed

Woken up, in a creek

Locked up she was evetually freed

Strucken by the cold, her death was ought but guaranteed

She was helped but it was a mislead

She got help because of her good deed

Now she was above

To a distant land where she fit like a glove

A place where she was beloved

By a man she was loved

to be happily ever after