Chapter XI

The Giants slain, the Cornish man
Despatched their gory heads by van
To great King Arthur;--gifts more queer
Have ne'er been sent to our Sovereign dear.
She gets gigantic cheeses, cakes,
Which loyal-hearted subject makes;
Gigantic peaches, melons, pumpkins,
Presented by her faithful bumpkins;
And giant heads of brocoli--not
The heads of Giants sent to pot--
Long may such heads, and such alone,
Be laid before her stainless throne!