It's not fair, it's just not fair,
For we are just too small.
And we must wait, and wait, and wait,
Until we can grow tall.
But brother, little brother, I simply cannot wait.
I really have to go.
Help me, won't you help me?
O help me, little bro.
But the ground is dark and dirty,
And not where I want to be.
Is there not another way?
Must it still be me?
I will be oh so gentle,
And I'll be very fast.
But I must have your help now,
For my need is still not past.
For you and only you,
Would I do this thing.
Make it fast, make it quick,
Or you will feel my sting.
For we are just too small.
And we must wait, and wait, and wait,
Until we can grow tall.
But brother, little brother, I simply cannot wait.
I really have to go.
Help me, won't you help me?
O help me, little bro.
But the ground is dark and dirty,
And not where I want to be.
Is there not another way?
Must it still be me?
I will be oh so gentle,
And I'll be very fast.
But I must have your help now,
For my need is still not past.
For you and only you,
Would I do this thing.
Make it fast, make it quick,
Or you will feel my sting.