A giant with blue eyes
Loved a tiny woman,
Whose dream was a tiny house
Tiny, like that one
That had in its front a garden,
A garden with honeysuckles.
The giant with blue eyes
Loved that tiny woman
Who has by now grown tired
Of such an enormous venture
That did not end up in gardens,
Gardens with honeysuckles.
Farewell blue eyes, she said,
And with a graceful somersault,
Arm in arm with a rich dwarf
She entered into the tiny house
That in the front had a garden,
A garden with honeysuckles.
The giant understands now
That loves of such grandeur,
Don't even have room for the dead
Inside those dollhouses
That in the front have gardens,
Gardens with honeysuckles.