Big Foot
Gigantic footprints there on the beach
So big that a dozen men could stand in each
Yet what made these footprints did not simply stand
But went every which way all over the sand
The emperor came and because he was wise
He noticed the footprints were not fossilised
Nor in a straight line for they’re trod all about
He asks for some quiet to figure it out
And things become clear when he talks again
Is Gulliver practicing waltz again?
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