Two pigeons I saw on wild windy moor
A floating and filling the air
Death held their hand
Like a skipping companion
Death in a Peregrine’s stare
The z car beeped inside the busy street
But Goliath was empty dead on his feet
And he toppled the bean stork
Where jack and his mother talk
And Jack has more business there
Goliath, Goliath why do you take thy rest
In the grass of the wild moor?
The children are going and their mothers are sewing
Clothes for you elsewhere
Why do you think this the time to blink
Can’t you see Jack has his medallion?
And he’s swinging it around
It's making that whirring sound
Goliath went to Ireland
He walked along the pounding streets
And upon the causeway
He met Danny Boy in a hostel
And Danny Boy did try to kill him
First he sang his song so sweet
And then he sang his shrill hymn
And it was someone from six feet
Who threw the stone that killed him
Yes they buried dear Goliath
Down near the cliffs of Moher
They lowered him down as a king
As Lilliputians did with Gulliver
They pinned his bones between the rocks
As a shipwreck, like a warning
So that if any giants should show their socks
They’d be dead by the next morning
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