Isabel
Isabel met a hideous giant.
Isabel was very self-reliant.
The giant was hairy, the giant was horrid,
He had one eye in the middle of his forhead
"Good morning, Isabel," the giant said,
"I'll grind your bones to make my bread."
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry,
Isabel didn't scream or scurry
She nibbled the zwieback that she always fed
And when it was gone, She cut the giant's head off.
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