Classic Poem

Giant Thunder, striding home,
Wonders if his supper's done.

" Hag wife, hag wife, bring me bones! "
" They are not done, " the old hag moans.

" Not done? not done? " the giant roars,
And heaves the old wife out of doors.

Cries he, " I'll have them, cooked or not! "
And overturns the cooking pot.

He flings the burning coals about;
See how the lightning flashes out!

Upon the gale the old hag rides,
The clouded moon for terror hides.

All the world with thunder quakes;
Forest shudders, mountain shakes;

From the cloud the rainstorm breaks;
Village ponds are turned to lakes;
Every living creature wakes.

Hungry giant, lie you still!
Stamp no more from hill to hill —
Tomorrow you shall have your fill.