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And so Frodgedobbulum, the giant, Sits on the North Pole incompliant.

He blinks at the snow with its weary white; He blinks at the spears of the northern light;

Kicks out with one boot; says, “Fi-fo-fum! I am the Giant Frodgedobbulum!”

But who cares whether he is or not, Living in such an inclement spot?

Banbury town is the place for me, And a kiss from merry Marjorie,

With the clerk in the vestry to see all fair-- For she wears orange-flowers in her hair!

She can dance like a leaf, she can sing like a thrush, She is bold as the north wind, and sweet as a blush;

Her father he tans, her mother she spins; Frodgedobbulum sits on the Pole for his sins;

But here comes Marjorie, white as milk, A rose on her bosom as soft as silk,

On her finger a gay gold ring; The bridegroom holds up his head like a king!

Marjorie has married a gentleman; Who knows when the wedding began?