I sit and watch the little people
every day they come to me
they tell me tales of long ago
and the way things used to be
they look to me for advice
they need a helping hand
but I am not the one they need
too bad they don't understand
The little people gather around
some bring small gifts to me
they know I'm not real interested
but still they make demands of me
I sit and laugh at them
tell them to leave me alone
but still the little people gather
they won't leave me alone