The Tiny Tale of the Tiny Kingdom.-

Once upon a time there was a tiny white kingdom,

with trillions of tiny and delicate flowers as ornament

that could be seen from large and tiny distance,

and a tiny medieval castle just on its centre. 

It had tiny rounded windows 

that let a tiny and warmful sunlight 

to illuminate their tiny glamorous rooms.

Its bearded king and elegant queen were tiny, 

their ten naughty children too. 

The tiniest and youngest of them was called Droela, 

the White Flower Princess, 

known all over the country

because of her tiny hands 

and white long haired and braded tiny head. 

Until now she has been the only tiny real girl

strong enough to fight against the Tiny Plague 

and win using her Tiny Magic

that she learnt from her mother, the Tiny White Queen,

when she was reading for her children

the Tiny Ancient Book, 

written by the Tiny White Wiseman,

every tiny night before sleeping.

This tiny infestation was a rare and contagious tiny illness 

full of musical imagination (tiny and infantile), 

and strange and tiny unreal fireworks

that the Black Huge Witch 

from the black huge kingdom

had sent through the tiny air

using her huge black flying broom,

being helped by the Huge Black Dragon

when the queen was a tiny girl.

If you want to meet this tiny little princess 

you only need to become another tiny prince or princess,

and try to use your best tiny smile 

to fight against the Huge Black Witch

and her friend, the Huge Black Dragon.

I don't remember the exact place 

where the tiny fortress was built,

but it’s for real,

and everybody who is tiny remembers,

that was all dressed with pretty and tiny small white flowers,

brought from an old and tiny Pacific island 

by the West Wind Tiny Lady 

a long long and tiny time ago.

(Dedicated to a Real Tiny Princess from a Real Tiny Kingdom)