Thumbelina was a little person
But that didn't stop things happening to her
Though, each adventure seemed to worsen
In the big world that they occur

Asleep in her walnut shell bed
She's stolen one night by a toad
Taken so that the toad's son she will wed
Thumbelina won't go down this road

Helped by a butterfly and fish
She rides a lilypad away from there
Until a beetle comes by and with a swish
Takes Thumbelina who knows where

But upon his friends sneers
The beetle tells her to leave
With winter coming ever near
A new path Thumbelina must cleave

Finally given shelter by an old field mouse
She was grateful and in return
Helped to cook and clean the house
So her keep Thumbelina could earn

However, the field mouse would suggest
A marriage to her friend, the mole
And every day the field mouse stressed
What Thumbelina could do to fill the roll

Escaping the situation on a swallow's back
And taken to a field of flowers where
She falls for the flower-fairy prince on a lilac
Thumbelina weds him and gains wings fair

So, as you see, the story is big
For such a little person as she
But one day you might find upon a twig
Thumbelina and her prince in the tree