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Hello there
I wonder, have you ever asked yourself
"Hmm, what goes on underneath my cupboard? Is there a tiny man that lives under there?"
Well, why don't we ask?

Tiny little man
Titchy, tiny, little man
His best friend's made of buttons
And his bed's a slice of ham
When you drop a rubber band
Well he begins to shine
With the help of some toothpicks
He'll make a washing line

His table is made of buttons, held together with some gum
And his pillow is an olive that he puts inside his tum
For bread, he'll eat your breakfast crumbs
That have fallen on the floor
For jam he'll use a tiny jar of jam
He bought from the tiny store
Because there is a tiny store, where he can buy normal things that are small
But for some reason sometimes he'll make things from stuff you drop on the floor

Hey tiny man, get out of my butter
When in you're in there, you're utter butter clutter
When I'm making toast, for my breakfast
I don't want you in there, making a mess
If your butter's done, just ask for some
But son, that's not an open invitation
If you'd like some butter, ask me each and every time
Maintain a healthy dialogue would be just fine

He works as a tiny broker
Trading regular Wall Street stock
But talking on a normal sized phone
Can be rather c*cked
So he went to the tiny store
And bought a Bluetooth headset

But then the market dropped, point zero one percent
Now, point zero one percent, might not seem like much to you
But because he is very small, to him it's rather huge
To him, point zero one percent, is a million percent
So he tied a noose with a hair tie
That was pink and fluorescent

Tiny little man
Very very very small tiny man
Be careful what you drop, he might use it to kill himself
He loves to chat to his best friend
They sing and dance and play all day
His best friend loves to- WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS HAPPENING? WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS HAPPENING, AYE?

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