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But thick and fast they came at last And foiled him ere a mile was past ; His hair and beard were first entangled ; His bleeding hands were sorely mangled.

The city is a dreadful place, In it is many an anxious face ; The streets are paved with shining gold, Which none can see till they are old.

He sniffs the knight like a sardine And cracks him with a noise infernal, Just like a nut. The toothsome kernel He swallows whole, discards the shell, And leaves this weary tale to tell.

Then he betakes himself to slumber, Dreaming of dinners without number. So be careful, still as mice : You rosy children look so nice, That should he wake, inclined to sup, He would be sure to eat you up.

Go ! tell them they are dolts indeed ! That Giants only live to feed ; That with their latest righteous breath They scorn to die a natural death.