A small man used to be and live on the cruelly small Earth
He had a small post and a very small briefcase
He earned his small salary
And one day – one beautiful morning-
They knocked on his window It seemed a small war.
He was given a small submachine gun
And small boats and small helmet
And a very small sized greatcoat

AND when he fell - ugly, wrong,
In an attack shout twisting his mouth,
THERE WAS NOT ENOUGH MARBLE IN THE ALL EARTH,
TO CUT OUT A GUY IN FULL GROWTH!