In the digital realm of bits and bytes,
A little hodler stands, steadfast in fights.
Guarding a treasure with cryptographic keys,
Whispers of passphrases carried on the breeze.

Secure in knowledge, seeds sown in mind,
With BIP39 words, a fortune they bind.
Through storms of markets, their holdings tight,
The little hodler shines, a beacon of light.

In code we trust, on ledgers we write,
HODL through day, HODL through night.