By Alexandra Hader, age 13, Wisconsin
Thumbelina small as a thumb
Born in a flower to her mum
One night she was taken
By a frog when not awaken
She awoke on a river
with a cold summer shiver
As summer drew to an end
She found a hole which she did attend
One day she met a swallow
Which she followed and followed
That bird was unfortunately sore
Thumbelina helped him to restore
Another day a wealthy mole
Came to their cleaned hole
He heard her voice and loved it first
It was so good he had an outburst
The mole decided to marry her at once
He waited only but two months
Just as they were about to wed
Which Thumbelina did really dread
She decided to run away
With the sparrow, not a blue jay
They arrived quite grand
In a fantasyland
In flowers upon flowers were people her size
What a wonderful surprise
She was crowned their new queen
She lived there happy and serene
