There are small people,

smaller than a needle,

living in the bottle-just over there,

in the corner.

Only a drink so they have brush to hide in.

If they wish to become big people,

bigger than a needle,

they must get out of the bottle.

Even then,

they scratch and claw and scream and maim at the sides to get out.

But they only get tired,

then thirsty,

and can't help but take another drink and shrink.

It's not their fault,

they're just small people.

They are smaller than a needle.