Look at the ogre's hideous mouth!

His tiger-teeth, his dragon-tail!

O'er Town, East, West, and North and South,

He leaves his slimy trail.

And where he comes all Beauty dies,

And where he halts all Greenery fades.

Pleasantness flies where'er he plies

His gruesomest of trades.

He blights the field, he blasts the wood,

With breath as fierce as prairie flame;