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            I sing the deeds of famous Jack,

                The doughty Giant Killer hight;

            How he did various monsters "whack,"

                And so became a gallant knight.

             In Arthur's days of splendid fun

                (His Queen was Guenever the Pliant), —

             Ere Britain's sorrows had begun;

                When every cave contained its giant;

             When griffins fierce as bats were rife;

                 And till a knight had slain his dragon,

              At trifling risk of limbs and life,

                He did n't think he'd much to brag on;

     When wizards o'er the welkin flew;

     Ere science had devised balloon;

     And 'twas a common thing to view

     A fairy ballet by the moon; —

     Our hero played his valiant pranks;

     Earned loads of kudos, vulgô glory,

     A lady, "tin," and lots of thanks; —

         Relate, oh Muse! his wondrous story.