Little man entered a big village. He stood up and told nobody. He didn't come from very far and wasn't even tired like a man.
Couldn't tell when dropping the backpack. Just one backpack of arbitrary weight. Like who cares about the weight of a fish if it's easy to catch.
Little man entered a big village and stood up, stood up on a rooftop even though he could have easily fit inside. But he nestled there and told nobody.
Flower died and the caterpillar, an inchworm as everyone knows, right, didn't notice. Many red buzzes here, many yellow Twitters there and fairy floss, feathers elsewhere. Producing pearls of sweat above the bad Sun.
Little man entered a big village and didn't sleep and didn't tell anybody.
He broke the rules of the country, shouted it out loud and sighed. He couldn't. Man like a woman, he knew everything else.