Constance Barkley-Lewis

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THE TINY LITTLE LADY

Verse 1
In a tiny little village
In a tiny little town
Was a tiny little woman
In a tiny house of brown
Who made tiny little mittens
For the tiny little hands
Of the tiny little people
In that tiny little land.
And the tiny little people
Loved her tiny little quirks
And the tiny little stitches
In her tiny little works.
Verse 2
Then a great big clothing factory
In a great big factory town
Saw tremendous profit flowing
From that tiny house of brown.
So they undercut the prices
Of our tiny little friend
And her tiny little business
Met its tiny little end.
Then the tiny little prices
Became something of the past
That had closed out competition
For the great big guys at last.

Verse 3
When the tiny little people
Saw the mittens? big new cost
They saw budget crises looming
They felt helpless, weak, and lost.
For the great big factory prices
Hurt each tiny little purse.
And each tiny little person
Screamed a tiny little curse.
But the great big CEO said,
?Our monopoly is strong
You have voted with your wallets
Now you?ll have to get along.?

Verse 4
And each tiny little person
Seeing no more could be said,
Shrugged his tiny little shoulders,
Bowed his tiny little head,
Dragged his tiny little feet home
To his tiny little house
To his tiny little children
And his tiny little spouse.
Vowing never to forget
What was now and what had been
And to learn from this mistake, if ----
The tiny lady came again.