Small makes the great,
Never the other way round,
Though trampled on the ground,
We ground on which they stand.
Just like the foundation,
Never painted,
Never donned,
Always firm
But never seen.
We are the legs of what you see.
Sleek models they drive around,
We buy,
We fuel.
When they pass overhead,
We pay their tickets.
Yet no one can prove our existence...
Because we are the mighty small.