Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-tat,-- "Rather impudent that," Said Jack to himself; "but _I_ do n't care!" The Giant within, Alarmed at the din, Roared out like thunder, "I say, who's there!" "Only me," whispered Jack. Cried the Giant, "Who's _me?_" Pitching his voice in a treble key. "Your poor cousin Jack," said the hero. "Eh!" Said the Giant, "what news, cousin Jack, to-day?" {027} "Bad," answered Jack, "as bad can be." "Pooh!" responded the Giant; "fiddle-de-dee! I wonder what news can be bad to me! What! an't I a Giant whose heads are three, And can't I lick five hundred men? Do n't talk to me of bad tidings, then!" III. "Alas!" Jack whimpered, "uncle dear, The Prince of Wales is coming here, Yourself to kill, and your castle to sack,-- Two thousand knights are at his back. If I tell you a lie never credit me more." The Giant replied, "What a deuce of a bore! But I 'll hide in my cellar, And, like a good 'feller,' You'll lock it and bolt it, and bar it secure." Jack answered, "I will; Only keep yourself still." Said the Giant, "Of that, my boy, be sure." IV. While the stupid old Giant, locked up with the beer, Lies shivering and shaking in bodily fear, Young Jack and young Arthur - Enjoy themselves--rather, Blowing out their two skins with the best of good cheer. Their banquet o'er, to roost they creep, And in the dreamy world of sleep Eat all their supper o'er again. {028} Such blissful fancies haunt the brain Of Aldermen of London Town, When, after feed on Lord Mayor's day, Their portly bulk supine they lay On couch of eider-down. V. The morning comes; the small birds sing; The sun shines out like--anything; Jack speeds the son of Britain's King, The heavier by full many a wing And leg of pullet, on his way, And many a slice of ham and tongue, Whereon the heroes, bold and young, As by good right, I should have sung, Did breakfast on that day. And then he seeks the Giant's cell, Forgetting not to cram him well, How he had plied the foe with prog, Disarmed his wrath by dint of grog, And, at the head of all his men, Had sent him reeling home again. The Giant was pleased as Punch might be, And he capered about with clumsy glee (It was a comical sight to see),-- Very like unto a whale When he founders a skiff with his frolicksome tail. [Illustration: 054] {029}