Animal so shy and small,Dreaming you were Bold and Tall - You hesitate, all sensitive, Waiting for a chance to Live.
Time is swift, it races by; Opportunities are born and die . . . Still you wait and will not try - A bird with wings who dares not rise and fly.
But that You you want to see Is not you, and will never be. No one else will ever do The special things that wait inside of you.
You can be a guiding star, If you make the most of Who You Are. And the sensitivity That you're now ashamed to see Can be developed even more, So you can find the hidden doors To places no one's been before. And the pride you'll feel inside Is not the kind that makes you fall - It's the kind that recognizes The bigness found in being Small.
~ Benjamin Hoff, The Te of Piglet