That thing they say is extra small Does absolutely not at all Possess a quality called size When by itself, you realize The thing depends on something large Like a tractor or a barge To juxtapose it side by side Because without it, it will hide From you this metric we call small There's no such quality at all That by itself can surely say If a thing's petite or way Too fat to fit in these old jeans (The pants are small is what that means) If you find a thing so wee You need a glass to even see And nothing's to be found that's smaller I'd like to know, give me a holler
(Best when read in the gravely voice of William S. Burroughs while pretending it is illustrated by Dr. Seuss.)
