Hes a miniature philosopher
He stands five foot three
So no one takes him seriously
Hes in love with Gertrude Lullaby
But she doesnt care for him
Hes like a house boy to Miss Lullaby
And their future looks very dim
Hes a miniature philosopher
He takes notes on all he reads
But that doesnt satisfy his needs
Hes a desk clerk at the bank and trust
Theres so many contracts and paperwork to do
He gets so busy at the bank and trust
There is no time for Nietzsche or Camus
Hes a miniature philosopher
He writes essays on Voltaire
But if he died no one would care
He doesnt know why his life turned out this way
No one ever reads his dissertations or allegoric plays
So he comforts himself while searching a rhyme
That the public rarely recognize a genius in their time
Poor little guy
Hes a miniature philosopher
Though he hasnt got a friend
Hes sure hell be famous in the end