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 But the Giant hates the children

And chases them away;

And there can’t be any summer here,

The sun will never stay,

For where no children ever come,

It’s winter every day.

Now I’m the Giant’s servant

And I never have my way:

For I have to tell the children

That they mustn’t come and play.

For I wouldn’t want them eaten up

And so I have to say,

It’s not my grass, you can’t come in,

You’ve got to go away.

[Placing the paint brush in the paint can]

Pretty good work, Nicky. One more touch and it will be finished.

[While Snickerty Nick is eyeing his work, a small boy creeps through the hedge, tip