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Children's Poems
by Margo Fallis
Wee Men in a Tree

Four teeny tiny men lived in the woods
With the squirrels and chipmunks and fox.
They spent their days playing in the leaves
And picking twigs from their dark curly locks.

Sometimes the four teeny tiny men
Took rides on the backs of wrens and geese.
When they wanted to sleep they often hid
Among the wool of a sheep’s thick fleece.

One day the four teeny tiny men
Climbed a tree to the top, way up high.
They ran along the branches, tripping on bark,
And being poked by twigs in their thigh.

Three of the teeny tiny men
Ended up on a branch different from the other.
He didn’t know how to reach them
And cried out loud for his mother.

The teeny tiny man who sat all alone
Put his arms up and for help he did plead.
Just then a robin flew past
And dropped a pile of sunflower seed.

The seed fell down on the teeny tiny men
And knocked them out of the tree.
They tumbled down, all four of them
And landed on top of a bumblebee.

The bumblebee flew off with the teeny tiny men
And dropped them into the lake.
They’d had enough of play that day]
And could no longer stay awake.

The four teeny tiny men curled up and yawned.
They were so tired they wanted to nap.
When a leaf fluttered down from the tree above,
They wrapped it around them and ignored the sap.

When the teeny tiny men woke up
They sat eating acorns and petals from a rose.
A fox ran past and offered them a ride.
In the woods, anything goes!

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