The Helpless Giant

“Clarinda, Clarinda!” the giant did shout,
“Oh where is that woman I’ve seen here about?”
The Wind gave no answer, he’d fallen asleep,
And the trees of the forest made not a peep.
The giant was angry, he wanted his Clar’;
He was hungry, so hungry; the cupboard was bare.
He lifted his head—it struck through a cloud.
“I’m blind!” he was crying. Then Clarinda laughed loud.
“Ha, ha, ha; hee, hee, hee!” she laughed, on her bike.
“I’m riding off free, for I’m going on strike!”
The giant was helpless, he didn’t know how
To heat up some water and dump in a cow.

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