On its thumbs strides
along the Thumbobēme,
accompanied by its child.
It's not in Brehm yet.
It's not in Meyer yet,
And not in the Brockhaus either.
It came out of my lyre
to light for the first time.
On its thumbs strides
(as already said) since then,
accompanied by its child,
along the Thumbobēme.
(after the poem "Das Nasobēm" by Christian Morgenstern)