Behold the lofty figure in the golden crown of dawn,

See his rippling thighs – a man of beef and brawn,

Admire the ham-like arms and the chiselled lantern jaw,

He’s the fabled Old Green Giant – undisputed King of Corn!

Green Giant is a legend and faithfully upholds,

His family tradition on the fields he now controls,

And each autumn it is over – the harvest of green gold,

It’s Giant’s time for kicking back, so visitors are told....

He cuts a dashing figure in his greeny leafy dress,

Pointy greeny leafy boots - Giant at his best,

He takes up his position, legs placed well apart,

He lifts his green face skywards -

And then the music starts...

The rhythm gets him moving, swaying like his corn,

His special solo party in the fields where he was born,

He lifts his arms in ecstasy and pumps them with the beat,

Steps and spins and twists and twirls with winklepickered feet,

The Giant’s trademark ‘Ho Ho Ho’, is heard from far and wide,

His laughter spreads a glow of green across the countryside,

The pace is fast, the night is long but Giant never stops,

Keeps the beat and celebrates the gathering of crops.

An all-night dance, cheek-to-cheek, close up with the moon,

Relish every second - it’s over all too soon!

Giant’s all danced out now, his arms begin to drop,

He draws upon his last reserves, and then the music

Stops.

Behold the panting figure in the golden crown of dawn,

See his sweating thighs – a man of beef and brawn,

Admire the glistening arms and the chiselled lantern jaw,

He’s the fabled Old Green Giant – undisputed King of Corn!

Giant assumes position, and ends as he begun,

He lifts his green face skywards, waiting for the sun,

On how he spends the winter, Giant will not be drawn,

Just strides away with a nod and a smile,

And a giant cob of corn.