Where Giants Walked

Before primeval was the past, When fairy tales greew very tall, The giants were not gentlemen In watching where their feet would fall. So heavy and so clumsy and so mountanous in size, That walking with a gaint was unwise. Before primeval was the past, Mythology was something real, And swimming holes were markings made By someone's size six hundered heel. And giants used to sqaure dance' round Our dwellings on the the shore, And now we cannot dwell there anymore. There must have been a nightmare place In that old time the Earth once saw, A place that every kind of creature Held in supersitious awe. Where fools and wise men feared to tread. Where even angles balked. Where gaints walked. Before primeval was the passt, The gaints staggered round each night, And all the race and speical beasts Stopped in thier traacks and froze in fright. By the time the giants saw them It was usually too late, And that wasss how some species met their fate. But now primeval is the past And some things should be left unwoken. Inlike ants who creep inside, the cracks we haven't caulked, We needn't watch for where the giants walked. And since primeval is the past, I hope it's not reborn anewe, Or else if I don't watch my step, They'll scrape me off some gaint shoe, And leave behind so fine a grind My mum won't know my face. The big primeval gaints had no grace.

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