"Tiny Hunter: The Tale of the Tick"

(Verse 1) In the tall grass, where shadows creep, A tiny tick begins to leap. She’s on a mission, fierce and sly, With one goal set, she’s drawing nigh. (Chorus) Tick, tick, hunting slow, Through the fields where wild winds blow. She’s got a target, a foe so small, But she’ll be the one to make him fall. (Verse 2) A flea was jumping, oh so free, Unaware of the tick’s decree. She watched him bounce from here to there, But she would catch him unaware. (Chorus) Tick, tick, hunting slow, Through the fields where wild winds blow. She’s got a target, a foe so small, But she’ll be the one to make him fall. (Bridge) She crept up close, with silent grace, No mercy shown, no friendly face. The flea did freeze, too late to flee, For now he’d meet his destiny. (Verse 3) With a swift bite, the tick struck down, Claiming victory, wearing her crown. The flea was gone, no more to roam, And the tick returned to her quiet home. (Chorus) Tick, tick, hunting slow, Through the fields where wild winds blow. She caught her target, no longer small, For she was the one who made him fall. (Outro) In the wilds where creatures tread, The tick lies still, no more to dread. She’s tiny but fierce, the tale she’ll tell, Of how the flea beneath her fell.