Big Mister earned his name by the size of his gun
Which he kept well oiled and ready-to-fire above his ever burning hearth
And Little Mister got called that by mean men to keep him little.

On Wednesdays and Sundays, Big Mister would send Little Mister into the woods to hunt,
And Little Mister would come back empty handed
And Big Mister would laugh and laugh and remind Little Mister why he was so
Little.

Then Big Mister would go out into the woods and come back with some slobbering beast
And make Little Mister clean and cook and eat the little scraps of the thing.

Big Mister made a big show of this twice-weekly occurrence,
But when Little Mister spent all evening in the woods trying to make Big Mister proud
And he was out till the shadows from the trees nearly touched Big Mister’s Big Windows,
And then Little Mister came back with some Little Game
Big Mister found himself with a Big Hunger.

That next Wednesday, Little Mister knew he was followed into the woods
And Big Mister didn’t try to hide his heavy footsteps
And it didn’t last too long all things considered
But by the time Big Mister got his Little Game back to his Big House
He remembered there wasn’t anyone left to clean or cook it.

Those who cannot play their part in the Great Work alone
Cannot bask in the glow of Heaven’s Light.