Once upon a time,
There was this itty bitty city.
In this itty bitty city,
Was this sitty bitty street.
And down this itty bitty street,
Was this itty bitty Church.
Next to this itty bitty Church,
Was this itty bitty tree.
On this itty bitty tree,
Was this itty bitty branch.
And on this itty bitty branch,
Was this itty bitty limb.
On this itty bitty limb,
Was this itty bitty nest.
In this itty bitty nest,
Was this itty bitty bird.
And this itty bitty bird said,
C H I R P!!!
The end?
Now this itty bitty story
Has been told countless times.
No one knows who started it,
But I'm sure it's old.
I feel there's a moral
To this itty bitty tidbit;
As I'm sure you must know,
If you bothered to read it at all.
No matter how little you matter,
Or how insignificant you feel,
You must find your own area,
And let your voice be heard.
(Author of story ~ unknown)
(last 3 stanzas by Jann Newland)
(copyright Sept. 2003)
