Chapter Two: The Smallest of Irk Zim's POV

I glare in the mirror,

For what could I be?

The smallest Irken,

Sad to say,

That'll be me.

I sometimes depress,

On my life, no less,

For what could it be?

To make the smallest Irken be me?

If not a curse,

What could be worse?

Than being so short,

The unpopular sort.

If for once in my life,

My delight were rife,

I'd look to the Tallest,

And proudly say,

"No longer am I the smallest!"