If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school.
    
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool. 

A crumb cake would be a feast 

And last you seven days at least, 

A flea would be a frightening beast

If you were only one inch tall.



If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door,

And it would take you about a month to get down to the store.

A bit of fluff would be your bed,

You'd swing upon a spider's thread,

And wear a thimble on your head

If you were one inch tall.



You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.

You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb.

You'd run from people's feet in fright,

To move a pen would take all night,

(This poem took fourteen years to write–

'Cause I'm just one inch tall).
    
    
SHEL SILVERSTEIN