Zaccheus
I'm four foot two, an outcast Jew,
I gather in Rome's taxes when they're due.
I made my pile through robbing you
For you don't care that I'm just four foot two.
I'm four foot two and he's so tall,
Him down below, I envy him, it's true.
I know that he and all his crew
Are mocking me because I'm four foot two.
I'm
four foot two, just never grew,
He's looking up, can what they say be true?
He knows my name, what can I do?
Me, take him home! I'm only four foot two.
I'm four foot two, yet here we are,
His friends and him, it's like a dream come true.
The whole town saw and heard him call,
He's chosen me and I feel ten feet tall.
©1998 George Ian Cullen...
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