The small are mighty, if I may say?

How far from others, must I astray?

Legions from the sun, yet I feel her ray,

Fast but not far, I travel this day.

I’ve been spinning and thinning quicker than fog,

Now these creatures discount me, but this is prologue.

Locked out of Goldilocks, but richer than gold,

Maybe I’ll make it before I get old.