The giant is blowing,
Puffing smoke and flames,
Blowing flowers and worms,
Waving them good bye with his breaths,
Not looking at their weeping families,
For the sorrow he brought upon them,
Or their crying lovers,
For which he has took happiness from.
And the giant continues to huff and puff,
The giant only wants a small caress,
For that giant's name is loneliness.