Puss in Boots to the Giant

In fine simplicity

I cry On either side

Far as the eye can see

These fields as green as wide

Are my master’s property. 

The cattle browze their fill,

All day the tall boys sweat

With the bags in the mill,

And after sun set

Jack has his Jill. 

And then upon the grass

How lasting and how clean

Without token alas

They banish the lean

Highway beggars that pass.

It is not selfishness

But when they enjoy

Two triumphs in one place

Every girl and boy

Like the defeated less.

So praise the pitiless, hot

In each other’s arms.

Gigglers, gossips, do not

Come near. You, Itching Palms,

We condemn to Thought. 

In fine simplicity

I cry On either side

Far as the eye can see

These fields as green as wide

Are my master’s property.