[00:00.000]The Sleepy Giant (By Charles Edward Carry)
[00:08.000]My age is three hundred and seventy-two.
[00:13.000]I think, with the deepest regret,
[00:17.000]how I used to pick up and voraciously chew
[00:22.000]the dear little boys that I met.
[00:26.000]I've eaten them raw, in their holiday suits,
[00:31.000]eaten them curried with rice.
[00:35.000]I've eaten them baked, in their jackets and boots,
[00:40.000]and found them exceedingly nice.
[00:44.000]But now that my jaws are too weak for such fare,
[00:49.000]I think it's exceedingly rude to do such a thing, when I'm quite well aware
[00:58.000]little boys do not like being chewed.
[01:02.000]Little boys do not like being chewed.
[01:44.000]So I contentedly live upon eels,
[01:49.000]and try to do nothing amiss,
[01:54.000]pass all the time I can spare for my meals.
[01:58.000]in innocent slumber like this.
[02:02.000]Innocent slumber like this.
[02:07.000](More eels my lady?
[02:13.000]Perhaps some bubble and squeak,
[02:17.000]or a little toad in the hole?
[02:22.000]A Lancashire Hot Pot, perhaps?
[02:26.000]That would be nice.
[02:45.000]And so now I contentedly live upon eels,
[02:50.000]try to do nothing amiss,
[02:55.000]pass all the time I can spare for my meals
[02:59.500]in innocent slumber like this.
[03:05.000]Innocent slumber like this.