Please, don’t push.
We all want to go home.
We all want to make it in one piece,
So please, don’t rush.

I may be small and short,
But it does not mean you can set me to the side.
I was here in front a while ago,
Where you all are now.
But just so you know,
I have some place to go, too.

Fish in tins we will be,
When these doors open.
Try not to shove me, please
On your way in.

If I were some cave man,
I will push you too.
But I am not.
Refined manners I have,
Wait for my turn, I will.