Little tiny notions and bigger thoughts fly
above our gracious and small ways tries.
Like little pictures drawn on very big pages
that flash before our half blind sore eyes.

With our little red eyes bugging wide open,
yet missing the minuscule things that occur.
With our crackly little voices barely even spoken,
and our Big ideas in the way, as we try to confer.

The million little hands we try so hard to teach,
and millions of little minds that we'll never reach,
amid all the somber voices crying without speech.
The short little lives that are spent on the Big World.

All trying to be worldly, wealthy, and so very wise.
Millions of little faces hiding behind a big disguise,
here where little is said, and even less is done,
to save the Big World, under the bright, bright, Sun.