Snickerty Nick
But the Giant hates the children
And chases them away;
And there can’t be any summer here,
The sun will never stay,
For where no children ever come,
It’s winter every day.
Now I’m the Giant’s servant
And I never have my way:
For I have to tell the children
That they mustn’t come and play.
For I wouldn’t want them eaten up
And so I have to say,
It’s not my grass, you can’t come in,
You’ve got to go away.
[Placing the paint brush in the paint can]
Pretty good work, Nicky. One more touch and it will be finished.
[While Snickerty Nick is eyeing his work, a small boy creeps through the hedge, tip-
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