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The Roaming Giants

The Roaming Giants

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Giants live on our land

With massive feet and massive hand

Shouting on top of their massive lungs

Louder than any bells we've rung


When these giants go about

Travelling their own merry route

Kids can't even come out and play

Even we have to run and dash away


Wasting rivers and floods of food

Sometimes taking us away for good

Washing us like their huge bowls and plates

Wiping us away like clean slates


We do what we can to survive

Trying to provide for our lovely wife

Some day we shall avenge our fallen brothers

And stick em with the pointy end for our mothers


And that day they shall rue their disgust

For the creatures black and color of rust

They shall hear our mighty chant

We may be small but we are ANTS


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