 Softly creeping, softly now!
The gentle giant sleeps.
Curled up in all her comforts,
She has more wants than needs.
But wait ! What is that?
The giant, she now stirs.
Someone crept too loudly,
And her anger she now unfurls.
This giant has a heart of gold,
But her claws are made of steel.
Creep too loudly upon her place,
And much pain you will feel.
The giant now, fully awake,
Takes a long hard look around.
You think you can run, run away,
But know that you'll be found.
Softly creeping, softly now!
The giant buries her dead.
But it will be a long, long time, a long, long wait,
Before the giant goes back to bed. |
