taps,
He with a tiger at heel—her Giant, swarthy, colossal:
"I smell flesh of a man; yea, wife, tho' he prove but a
morsel,
Man tastes good." She replied, "Sure thou be'est failing
in eyesight;
'Tis but a young elephant, my sweetest lord, not a biped."
Down he crook'd his monstrous knees, and rested his hip-
bones,
Call'd for his hen, said "Lay so she, with a chuck cock-