they are giants a thousand fold
standing strong, and tall
they are big, brutish and bold
all around them seems small
challenged by the little men
the giant kings stand tall
they keep their big feet planted then,
one by one they fall
the giants lay upon the ground
the little men work as they shout
cut off all their arms you've found
and haul these giants out
the giant kings now are no more
the men will take the land
the giants become two-by-fours
from purring swords in the little men's hands
but for the giants do not weep
for the men folk know too well
that if their jobs they wold like to keep
a small giant is planted for every one that fell
