English poem
Ii
by W. B. Rands
The Giant Frodgedobbulum got out of bed, Sighing, “Heigh-ho! that I were but wed!”
The Giant Frodgedobbulum sat in his chair, Saying, “Why should a giant be wanting a fair?”
The Giant Frodgedobbulum said to his boots, “The first maid I meet I will wed, if she suits!”
They were Magic Boots, and they laughed as he spoke-- “Oh, ho,” says the giant, “you think it’s a joke?”