I am smaller than a cell
But I can still fight crime very well!
I am faster than the speed of light
One of my tactics is to bite
My bite tickles
My weapon is a sickle
I grew up on a farm
Then I woke up in alarm
There was a stranger in my house
Strangely he was the size of a mouse
His evil laugh only made a squeak
His expression very bleak
“You’re in for it now!” He cried
He hinted I was going to die
He shot me with a tiny arrow
He took off as I fell below
I woke up on the floor
Except it was much much more.
The world you face looks small
But you’re very tall!
My world is like the Grand Canyon.
All big is scary
But I have to go before things in town get too hairy.