There was a Dutch song by Wim Sonneveld which was about a very short woman, her name was Margootje.

Loosely translated:
Margootje, Margootje, she climbed on my sandwich.
She pulled my hair, and she was on my sleeve.
My little friend, such a nose, such a chin.
She yelled in my ear, Wim, I love you so.
Margootje, Margootje, in her little Peugeot Margootje, Margootje from Madoerodam.
She was very sweet, but she became too cuddly.
She wanted to take a bath with me and that I thought ...