I hold in my hands a tiny house,
With tiny people and a tiny mouse.
A cat, a dog, and a leaping frog
all nestled about the tiny house.
I hold in my hands a tiny barn
With horses, cows and, tiny meows.
Roosters and chicken scratching for pickins,
So if ever your hands start itching,
Before your fingers start twitching,
Think about my poem and what you hold in your hands.
