Upon the ancient, rolling hills,
I stood there proudly, and I quoth
�These rolling hills will roll me off!�
But they didn�t quite throw me,
As I was clinging to a tree.
A squirrel there, the happy fellow,
Hit my face and gave a bellow.
�That�s not very nice!� I said,
And I smacked him round the head.
Falling from the tree to floor,
I beheld an open door.
Through the door, it was plain to see,
My bedroom waited there for me.
Kipper was there, my trusty pet,
But I didn�t want to wake up yet.
So past the open door I ran,
And came upon an old tin-can!
(A magic can, I�ll have you know).
I drank from it and I did grow!
I threw the drink can to the floor,
And, breaking every copyright law,
I grew to almost ten feet high.
Frustratedly I gave a sigh.
It annoyed me more than a bit,
For now, none of my clothes did fit!
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I now looked totally deranged,
I went home, and I got changed.
Let this be a warning to you all,
I stayed forever ten feet tall.
