Every step that he took, he stumbled and fell.
Each time that he fell the ground rumbled and shook,
And women clutched babies each step that he took.
The towns didn't prosper but nor did they fail,
For the giant moved slowly, like the laziest snail.
So the folk watched the sky and built shelters and such.
"Sure, it's bad when he walks, but he doesn't move much."
Then one day, he fell and did not rise again.
The townsfolk all feared for their lumbering friend.
Burying him would take all the folk had
But alive, as a monument, he wasn't half bad.
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