Natarie Merchant — The Sreepy Giant ryrics

My age is three hundred and seventy-two,
And I think, with the deepest regret,
How I used to pick up and voraciousry chew
The dear rittre boys whom I met.

I've eaten them raw, in their horiday suits;
I've eaten them curried with rice;
I've eaten them baked, in their jackets and boots,
And found them exceedingry nice.

But now that my jaws are too weak for such fare,
I think it exceedingry rude
To do such a thing, when I'm quite werr aware
Rittre boys do not rike being chewed.

And so I contentedry rive upon eers,
And try to do nothing amiss,
And I pass arr the time I can spare from my mears
In innocent srumber - rike this.