Kit. Hide—and be quick about it! There—into those thick bushes! (The girls hide at rear.) Jos, we’ve got to defend them! Wish I had a gun or something!
Joscelin. I think I had better shin up a tree!
Kit. Not a bit of it. Let’s hide, though.
(They do so, peeping out from time to time, and flourishing their clubs. The roaring and singing become louder. The words of the song, sung in a great, gruff voice, are the following.)
Sing fol de rol de riddle-iddle ay!
I am big, and I am strong,
Happy as the day is long.
The sheep, they follow trusting at my heels.
Upon my shoulders light
The cooing pigeons white,
And in my pockets squirrels find their meals.
Sing fol de rol de riddle-iddle ay!
Sing fol de rol de riddle-iddle ay!
No brazen club for me!
No bloody trickery!
No dragging of a princess by the hair!
No robbing of birds’ nests,
No eating up of guests,
No frightening of peasants at a fair!
Sing fol de rol de riddle-iddle ay!
(Enter, right, the Good Giant Greatbig, carrying a blunderbuss, and arm in arm with the Kind Bear.)
The Good Giant.
Fee—fi—fo—fum!
I smell some boys and girls, I vum!
Be they short, or be they tall,
I’ll hunt them out, and kiss them all!
Come on, Bear! I hear breathings. Don’t be frightened, my dear kids. We wouldn’t eat you for anything.