Supposing

by James J. Dye
(Dubuque, IA, USA)

I was a lone giant at the top of a beanstalk
On a cloud filled with tears I would walk.
I'd need an entire village just to eat.
I'd stomp on them with my giant feet.
I'd smash them like I was the elite.
If I was a lone giant at the top of a beanstalk

I'd bash the defiant, like puny little ants.
I'd want to wear the biggest pants.
I'd steal everyone's pillow so I could sleep.
And murder every single sheep.
And no one better make a peep!
If I was a lone giant at the top of a beanstalk

I'd make the world carry me around.
You'd have to hug me until you drowned.
Or I'd chase you saying, "fee fi fo fum
I smell the blood of an innocent one!"
I'd be laughing as I watch you run
If I was a lone giant at the top of a beanstalk.