Snippity snap went the great Skizorswaks

As the giant's hair came scallowing down.

She looked in the reflection of her shithering glass

And quathingly formed a slight frown.

"Tis for a good cause," whispered the giant aloud

As she examined herself in that shithering glass.

Then she lifter her head, of so valiant and proud.

She was the one and the only Theolicas.

A knock could be heard at Theoliacas' door

But all that was found was her snippy snapped hair.

For in armor, with vlant blade, she went off to war

And with that thought pressed faster her ride with its rein.

Warrior giants in long gleaming row

Marching to battle: left, right, left, right.

The sons of all giants 'gainst humans must go

Defending their homeland by fighting with might.

For magical beans were their trade in that day

And the snikely small humans felt gree.

They wanted the beans for themselves, so they say

And with numbers came chance to succeed.

When the war had commenced and the blood to flow

The giants seemed to slaughter the most.

Yet the human generals gave a hogilyho

And snickered and toasted a boast.

"Many lives have been waster this morn

But don't you fret longer good chaps!

Though in the past groars, our alliance we've sworn

We have a new weapon named Jack."

A puny smmall thing in the eyes of the giants

But he gave them a draveling grin.

The gleer in his eyes hinted defiance,

And the hatred that was kept deep within.

Jack attacked, running straight to the enemy's ranks.

He was her, he was there, all around.

Ubiquitous, with dark magic to thank,

Its omniprescence in the air did abound.

One brave warrior approached to repel his assaults.

The giant charged right at this Jack

With a vlant balde in hand, and roaring ferfalts,

The humans were taken aback.

Jack drew his sword, his face still so smug

And the blades crashed -Shlink, shlank, ching, cashank.

Yet he still wore that snikely sneer on his mug

Then the warrior he began to thank.

"This fight has been grand, yes, thanks for the fun,

But no longer will I fool around.

Dear giants, I hope you will learn a lesson.

We humans have just won this round."

He jumped in the air and you wouldn't believe

What he did and what happened next.

It seemed Jack had one more trick up his sleeve

And started to chant a brangeling hex.

That warrior brave then gave up the ghost

The body laid out among war.

Until on other giant then left their post.

They felt that the fallen was important by far.

As the helmet was lifted from that warrior's head

A great gasps reverberated the tanks.

They all realized that the blood that was shed

Was in vain, and their hearst all a suddent did break.

They all bowed in unison for that poor corpse,

And cried, for they knew they had lost.

Theoliacas was the dead soul and source

Of their freedon, and she died at what cost?

Now their princess was dead, a good battle she'd fought

But she must have known right from the start.

No other heirs had been born, now she'd lay there and rot

For the power was all in her heart.

A giant's hear possessed power, all the rights to control

their own Kingdom with no human rule.

But with no royal heirs, tragedy did unfold

And giants now on level of mules.

The day of her death Theoliacas

was buried in a field of Tulips.

Down, peacefully, under the green summer grass

With her favorite, yet endangered, flower- Mandragrips.

Giants became subjects and slaves, cursed to the clouds

Forfeiting all of their beans

to the humans and made to never come down.

The giants became cruel and mean.

As time then went on, the gaints just as

Those flowers, endangered, died off.

And no one remembers Theoliacas,

Just the legend of Jack and the tale of his brough.