We have little feet
with which we prance so ever lightly
Up and down the hillsides
bending blades of grass beneath
Then giants come with giant feet
and stomp around abruptly
Turning hillsides into landslides
of torn up sod and heath
We have tiny little feet
with which we bound around so gently
But giants with their big feet
keep stomping around
We go about our business
trying not to cause disturbance
But when giants come we know
they’ll smash the village to the ground
We’ve tried to build up walls
with the hopes that they’ll defend us
The giants simply lean on them
and quickly push them down
We sing out with alarm
when we see the walls are broken
But the giants hear our screams
and start to charge towards the sound
The giants find our cattle
and decide to play some rugby
No matter what we try
they go about it all the same
Tearing up our crops
as they tackle one another
Destroying hopes for harvest
for the sake of fun and games
We have little tiny feet
with which we prance so ever lightly
Dancing in the valleys
with the moon to light our way
Knowing we must move
under cover of the darkness
Or the giants when they find us
will use us instead for play
