Mighty Mini Men
The mighty men
The mini men
The mighty mini men
The mighty men
The mini men
The mini, mini men
They stay inside
Inside they stay
That is where they love to play
They have so many things to say
Fifty thousand times a day
I want to make them go away
But they hang out here every day
I cannot bear to look away
Away you mighty men!
The sounds they make
My heart they break
I cannot even bake a cake
Are they so real that I'm just fake?
The mini, mighty men!
If they were clear on what they said
I might enjoy them in my head
If they'd only said left or right
I might be in my bed tonight
But now beneath the moon so bright
The fading golden, orange light
I try I try with all my might
But I can no longer fight
The mighty mini men!
I want to tell my aching feet
To beat a quite hasty retreat
Instead I wander 'round the street
Afraid of anyone I meet
Oh how I wish that I could greet
The mini mighty men
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