Andrew R. Clark
You’ve heard of Paul Bunyan and his mighty ax
Gouging deep rivers and other strange facts
And in ancient Ireland lived Fin McCool
Who built his great causeway without even one tool
There’s Atlas the Titan lifting his weights
Still doing time for all his mistakes
Each of them giants in song and romance
But from her perspective they all looked like ants
Big as a planet
Handmade of Doom
I give you the hen who laid the moon
It was nothing for her to fly to the stars
And when she got back she roosted on Mars
A hieroglyph over in Egypt confirms
She ate Ouroboros while scratching for worms
She left long ago without saying goodbye
Not angry or rude but goodbyes made her cry
She bore us no malice but there is a catch
What will we do when all her eggs hatch