You thought me weak, you thought me small,
Not a worthy meal, at all.
Laughing off my faithful vow
You sent me off with furrowed brow.
How can such a creature be
Of any use to one like me?
Such a fool to think so big,
With bones less sturdy than a twig
What’s this I hear? I know that sound.
Alas! My friend tied to the ground!
With fervent speed I’ll chew the rope
(As eyes look up renewed by hope.)
My friend, I ask that you forgive
My thoughts the day I let you live.
Your strength within your spirit lies.
Here stands a giant in my eyes!
And the moral is:
Don’t pick on the little guy. He’s probably smarter than you and will save your ass one day.
Rhonda Lee Richoux 2006