I am thirty-six inches tall, that is all–
Honest to god I am
My hair is green, my eyes red, and I
Have a very thick neck
My eyebrows are thin, and my beard
Has three hairs…
And I bore abuse, when I was young
Yes! It happened to be; day by day…
…folks laugh at me, my appearance
You see…I make them appalled.
I am middle aged, not very old, nor am
I: pious, poor, or a fool;
My wrinkles and blemishes are as they
Are–I’d not change them
…for food or gold… .
I came from a race, from within the earth
More ancient than man himself;
So what do I do, I leave it to you–
Just call me Omac, the Mighty Midget.
Ah! I’ve lived in this world of evil and bad–
Sad and heartbreaking, to say the least
Everyone preoccupied with everything–
With neighbors, housewives and thieves.
The only one I can think of, that I do not
Despise or hate, is an acquaintance
I’ve met, in the depths of Iceland,
He left me a riddle to think:
Said he “Why do you call me a great man?