And then he found a solution, and worked it out in a manner truly worthy of a Giant. This was what he did:
One night, when the moon was hidden and the stars were yawning and dropping off to sleep, one by one, he crept out along the beach. Without a sound, he crept up behind the three sleeping clams. Stealthily he reached out his left hand, took the youngest by its little neck and squashed it. Noiselessly he stretched out his right hand, and grasped the second one. And with a maddened shriek of triumph he grabbed up the last clam, before it could snap its shell at him.
With an exalted countenance, he pranced up and down the beach, shouting his paean of victory, so that the stars stopped blinking, and the moon peered around the corner of a cloud to listen:
“Gobble-me-up is my name,
A Fearsome Giant am I,
I’ve a dreadful awesome fame,
Which nobody can deny...!
Gobble-me-up is my name,
No Giant is madder than I ...
Ha! Ha!! Ha! Ha!!