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     A Giant was, I should premise,

     A hulking lout of monstrous size;

     He mostly stood – I know you 'll laugh —

     About as high as a giraffe.

     His waist was some three yards in girth:

     When he walked he shook the earth.

     His eyes were of the class called "goggle,"

     Fitter for the scowl than ogle.

     His mouth, decidedly carnivorous,

     Like a shark's, – the Saints deliver us!

     He yawned like a huge sarcophagus,

     For he was an Anthropophagus,

     And his tusks were huge and craggy;

     His hair, and his brows, and his beard, were shaggy.

     I ween on the whole he was aught but a Cupid,

     And exceedingly fierce, and remarkably stupid;

              His brain partaking strongly of lead,

              How well soe'er he was off for head;

              Having frequently one or two

              Crania more than I or you.

              He was bare of arm and leg,

              But buskins had, and a philabeg;

              Also a body-coat of mail

              That shone with steel or brazen scale,

              Like to the back of a crocodile's tail;

                        A crown he wore,

                        And a mace he bore

              That was knobbed and spiked with adamant;

                        It would smash the skull

                        Of the mountain bull,

              Or scatter the brains of the elephant.

         His voice than the tempest was louder and gruffer —

         Well; so much for the uncouth "buffer."