The Sleepy Giant

The Sleepy Giant - Natalie Merchant

My age is three hundred and seventy-two

I think with the deepest regret

How I used to pick up and voraciously chew

The dear little boys that I met

I've eaten them raw in their holiday suits

Eaten them curried with rice

I've eaten them baked

In their jackets and boots

And found them exceedingly nice

But now that

My jaws are too weak for such fare

I think it's exceedingly rude

To do such a thing when I'm quite well aware

Little boys do not like being chewed

Little boys do not like being chewed

So I contentedly live upon eels

And try to do nothing amiss

Pass all the time I can spare for my meals

In innocent slumber like this

Innocent slumber like this

More eels my lady

Perhaps some bubble and squeak

Or a little toad in the hole

A Lyconshire hot pot perhaps

That would be nice

And so now I contentedly live upon eels

And try to do nothing amiss

Pass all the time I can spare for my meals in

Innocent slumber like this

Innocent slumber like this