Little hill standing small and proud
Looks up at a mountain that touches the clouds
He wants to be a mountain big and strong
He has been waiting to become for so long
Way up high, mountain looks down below
And said it took years to make him grow
“Be patient, my little one.
You are a mountain soon to becomeâ€
Year after year he began to grow really high
Soon, he was touching the sky
One day he heard a little sound
He looked down and what he found
Was a little hill
So very small
Waiting for the chance
To become extremely tall
