Rhymes of a Child's World by Miriam Clark Potter - HTML preview

 HAY COCKS

A band of giants, strong and tall,

With heavy feet and knotted hands

Came marching, with enormous stride

Across the meadow lands;

They tore the branches from the trees

They dashed the water from the brook

And often, in an angry rage

Their locks of heavy hair they shook.

“Hold!” Mother Earth in anger cried,

“Such mischief, sirs, I shall forbid!”

And reaching up she drew them down

And in her darkness they were hid

Deep, dark, and close; and now the eyes

Of country dwellers, as they pass,

See only tops of tousled heads

Above the meadow grass.