There once was a who,
A very very small who,
Who didn't like being small.
As a matter of fact, he wanted to be tall.
The tall whos all laughed at him,
But he just called them schnompldims

And when the tall whos made him mad or sad
He would go somewhere secret, somewhere quite rad.
This place was old and on top of Mount Gample
But in it, he felt like the great King Bample.
Every time he came to this very secret place,
He would smile and his heart would race.

Oh how good he felt, no matter his size.
Not a who could hurt him here, not even mean Loopize.
And even on days when the sun would shine,
For this who liked rain, no other weather was fine,
He would grin and look out the window while standing on a shmaiden.
For he was a very very small, but cheerful who named Aiden.