A Happy Giant am I ...
And I always feel just the same ...
And I’ll sing this song till I die.”
When he came to this point he would always whirl about on his left heel three times, and clap his hands above his head.
Now at the particular moment when my story would be beginning if I hadn’t wasted all this time talking, Gobble-me-up was just setting out for his morning walk. He was tossing his head in the breeze ... it was the first day of Spring, you see ... and he breathed in the ozone, and enjoyed it, because he didn’t know that it was ozone. And, according to his habit, he began to sing:
“Gobble-me-up is my name....”
when all of a sudden three clams that were lying on the beach opened their shells very wide, and laughed, in perfect rhythm:
“Ha! HA!! HA!!!”
Gobble-me-up looked about in surprise, and the clams continued to laugh in a way that was rude, even for clams.
Then Gobble-me-up became very angry ... no self-respecting Giant likes to be laughed at. He shook his curls at them, trying to look very fierce indeed. At last he sputtered: