Dream of Tiny Men

When I was young I had a dream
That was real it would seem
For when I awoke
The leader spoke
And all the small ones screamed
My room was a jungle and I a beast
They planned to kill me for their feast
These men were small their spears did gleam
With arrows sharp their eyes were mean
Their numbers many they yelped and cried
Under my covers I tried to hide
I lay there shaking my time had come
My light came on the dream was done
With mother there and all ok
I heard a whisper "tomorrow we'll play"