Arise my sleeping giants
The day is dawn;
And the archery of the ants
Is ready to slay us.
The buck rabbits have passed
In a single file with dangling raffia bags
The sling their guns
And match past like gallant men;
Wake up my sleeping giant
Before we are out braved
Or if you are still dizzy from the binge of yore
Give the world a breath full of snore
Or a smile so that your fang may show
And the roaring rodents may fear
Or still; straighten your limbs
So the whole world will know that you're
Alive only in a slumber.
Wake up my sleeping giant
The jungle is agog with war dance
And rodents are brandishing their war munitions
Pointing our way.
Awake now my sleeping giant
The menacing dance is no longer
A sight to behold
The sleeping giant more deeply sleeps
And men have become
Women in their own domain.
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