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There was in a country of old A mighty giant, strong and bold His feet, bigger than two big dogs His fingers strong like wooden logs High up in the mountain, I'm told Away from the streets and the crowd In his dark cave he dwelt alone Feared by all, and fearing none People trembled at his mere sight Children, women and men alike What a big arm, what a great roar! And what a pride in his furor! So you must say, he was happy What is the point of my story? I shall thus tell you a secret The tall, tall fellow never slept He would sometime give it a try And although he'd never known why His eyes shut in the depth of night He'd give it up, not feeling right But then one day, an ant, curious Seeing him angry and bilious Wondered " Golly, what's up in here?" And climbed all the way to his ear Feeling an itch, the giant twitched And threatened "Out! You little witch!" But the ant crept deeper inside Whispering "Let's see what you hide" "Do not look there, minuscule you! It's not for ants to look into!" Replied he in an angry slur But she begged him "Please hear my word" "For what I see, under your bulk The very thing that makes you sulk Depriving you of your slumbers Is that you frighten great number Truth to be told, your heart is sweet But you're hiding in your retreat For if you scare off more than few You fear them more than they fear you!" There was in a country of old A mighty giant, strong and bold His feet, bigger than two big dogs His fingers strong like wooden logs You will perhaps think it's fancy 'Cause his best friend is an ant, see. And all the people from the town Come to visit him in his home But not at night, of after meals They wouldn't dare disturb the dreams Of a mighty giant's mighty sleep!
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
danny-hefer
Bedtime Giant
There was in a country of old A mighty giant, strong and bold His feet, bigger than two big dogs His fingers strong like wooden logs High up in the mountain, I'm told Away from the streets and the crowd In his dark cave he dwelt alone Feared by all, and fearing none People trembled at his mere sight Children, women and men alike What a big arm, what a great roar! And what a pride in his furor! So you must say, he was happy What is the point of my story? I shall thus tell you a secret The tall, tall fellow never slept He would sometime give it a try And although he'd never known why His eyes shut in the depth of night He'd give it up, not feeling right But then one day, an ant, curious Seeing him angry and bilious Wondered " Golly, what's up in here?" And climbed all the way to his ear Feeling an itch, the giant twitched And threatened "Out! You little witch!" But the ant crept deeper inside Whispering "Let's see what you hide" "Do not look there, minuscule you! It's not for ants to look into!" Replied he in an angry slur But she begged him "Please hear my word" "For what I see, under your bulk The very thing that makes you sulk Depriving you of your slumbers Is that you frighten great number Truth to be told, your heart is sweet But you're hiding in your retreat For if you scare off more than few You fear them more than they fear you!" There was in a country of old A mighty giant, strong and bold His feet, bigger than two big dogs His fingers strong like wooden logs You will perhaps think it's fancy 'Cause his best friend is an ant, see. And all the people from the town Come to visit him in his home But not at night, of after meals They wouldn't dare disturb the dreams Of a mighty giant's mighty sleep!
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