The Amoeba is so small you need

A microscope to see one

It hurts the eyes, but I'll concede,

I'd rather see then be one

They never sing or laugh or talk

Or eat fondeaux or ciche

And if you take one for a walk

You need a tiny leash

I know the thing must have a brain

Although I couldn't tell you where

It sure must be an awful pain

To be so unicellular