Little Knot

As the weavers making carpet
The creeler ties his knots
and the little knot is on his way

Heading for the carriers
The little knot makes a friend along the way
This one is bigger or so he thought

He hears the sounds of the grippers
And asks he new friend what's that sound
Before us I say, the bigger knot said
I don't know , I guess in time we will find out
As they travel along the way

When there reach the carriers, The loom stops
Then a man comes up the greet them
And looks at big knot , Sorry you didn't make it mate

Then the loom starts again and you I can hear little knot say
That was very strange he took my friend away
Now im lonely just the same. But just a minute later
The grippers come before him, And their carry him away
As his woven into the carpet you can little knot say
I made to the end this has really made my day

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