And laid him swooning on the table.
And then away in haste she sped,
To bring her nurse and lady mother;
“Now, burn my wooden dolls,” she said.
“Live toys are best—I’ll have no other!”
The giant lady, fair and mild,
Thus spake unto her little daughter:
“Go, take the plowman back, my child,
To fields beside the blue Rhine water.
“Though weak and small, his heart is great;