There exists a very tiny me
Not room for much of anything
Or anyone else inside.

He's such an angry little guy
Too mad to even cry.

The tiny little tears
Might wash away his fears,
But they won't
Make him grow
From his head
To his toe.
No!
No!!
No!!!
They WONT make him grow
From his head
To his toe.

And this,
This makes him
Madder still.
So with his might
And with his will,
Up
He blows himself!

Out of sheer determination
He brings about
His own self-extermination.