Yeah, I may be “pocket-sized,”
But just you wait and see.
In a couple of years you’ll look up,
To find me as a giant tree.
Or maybe I’m just stuck like this:
Heredity’s little treat,
Keeping a girl’s height,
Forever at five feet!
And though it can be a burden,
There are some positives you can take.
For instance, when you’re stuck in a crowd,
You can slither through like a snake.
But some people like to joke around;
When I am at my best,
And they plop their arm on my head,
To use as their own arm rest.
Though this doesn’t bother me,
Majority of the time,
It can get provoking,
And a little out of line.
So I turn to them and smirk,
Because just they wait and see,
In a couple of years they’ll look up,
And I may be a giant tree.