Like Giants Stomping Around

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