The Miniature Philosopher

He's a miniature philosopher 
  He stands five foot three 
  So no one takes him seriously 
  He's in love with Gertrude Lullaby 
  But she doesn't care for him 
  He's like a house boy 
  To Miss Lullaby 
  And their future looks very dim 
  He's a miniature philosopher 
  He takes notes on all he reads 
  But that doesn't satisfy his needs 
  He's a desk clerk at the bank and trust 
  There's so many contracts and paperwork to do 
  He gets so busy at the bank and trust 
  There is no time for Nietzsche or Camus 
  He's a miniature philosopher 
  He writes essays on Voltaire 
  But if he died no one would care 
  He doesn't 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) 
  He's a miniature philosopher 
  Though he hasn't got a friend 
  He's sure he'll be famous in the end