Fee Fi Fo Fum
Echoes everywhere
Stomp Stomp
Who’s there?
A Giant says he
Being tall
The Giants call
I can destroy
People are like toys
Looking over the colony
Think of me as your majesty
King high above
A tall tree
My footsteps are my mark
Traces of where I have been
I am tall from the top to the end
Witty and smart
The colony fears me
I am sight to seek
The Earth shakes when I move
It’s powerful in what I want to prove
That Jack is always being my search
He wants a battle with me
Who do you think will win?
Destiny my reward
A battle with a sword
I have a cold colony heart
Don’t let my temper stir up
I don’t get none
Alone and among
The Giant needs love sometimes
Happiness is sitting up in a tree
Searching but no find
A colony that is never kind too me
What do I do?
Otherwise has no surprise
This Giant just sits and waits
Let me stomp my foot loud in approval
The Giant has spoken
But never out done
Copyright © Anthony Blake | Year Posted 2023
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