My Lizzie-boy is so tiny, so tiny,
that from a mosquito’s wings
she made herself two lace collars,
and – went to starch them, and went to starch them!

My Lizzie-boy is so tiny, so tiny,
that from a round walnut
she made a chair, in which you can hear an echo,
and shouted, and shouted!

My Lizzie-boy is so tiny, so tiny,
that from an eggshell
she had a fancy phaeton 
made upon her command, made upon command!

My Lizzie-boy is so tiny, so tiny,
that from a crayfish shell
she sewed four slippers
and – to the ball, and – to the ball!

My Lizzie-boy is so tiny, so tiny,
that from a lilac leaf
she made a parasol to shade herself
and strolled, and strolled!

My Lizzie-boy is so tiny, so tiny,
that by puffing on a dandelion,
she created a little sofa
and slept right there, and slept right there!

My Lizzie-boy is so tiny, so tiny,
that to weave herself a canvas
out of spiderwebs
she planned, she planned!