The Alarm

A giant at the door behind, For Baby? Nothing of the kind! But even if a Giant were to come, With an eye like an Orleans plum, And hands like wolf’s paws, And teeth like horrible saws, And a voice like a dreadful cough, And he carried baby off, And fed her up in a dungeon (To fatten her for his luncheon), A dungeon as high as the stars; And, if the dungeon had bars, And was guarded by a horrid vulture, And an eagle of savage culture; And if from the wall of the castle A dragon hung like a tassel, And the castle was built among mountains, In a lonely situation At the very end of creation, With flames spouting round it like fountains-- Why, mother could find her way To the castle any day, And make the old dragon wriggle, And fight the vulture and the eagle, And blow up the castle--pop! And bring baby home to her sop, And the sop should have sugar extra, Because the Giant had vexed her.