When the Giants dance in France
They tango casually around the Eiffel Tower
Sometimes putting their fingers on the top
To see how sharp it is
Marguerite can barely stand it
How much she wants to pick up the Tower
And lob it across the country
Like a javelin
She's the one that enjoys her height
She tosses it around like hair in the wind
Phillipe likes to pretend he's an apartment building
So that people will climb up the stairs on his legs
And settle into the beds on his arms
And make bacon in the morning in the kitchens on his stomach
All the while never knowing that he was watching
Fascinated by their little interactions
Nalie would spend each night
Carefully removing the roofs off the museums
So she could look down at the works of art
After several years of this
She finally took to painting
And would create her own work
Using a mud mixture she'd make
By wetting her finger in a lake
And then dipping it the farmers' fields
She liked to paint Philippe
And his little people
He was her favorite subject
Arju never came out of the sea
They would stand on the shore and watch him splash
One time he splashed so hard
A whale flew up out of the sea
And landed on a yacht carrying some men on a fishing trip
The other Giants chastised Arju
But he said that life inside a whale could be very pleasant
And the whale was sure to burp at some point
And send them all back out again
So what was the problem?
Arju was the careless one of the group
During the day, they would carry on with their own personal activities
And then unite at night to let the lights tickle their toes
Marguerite does the singing
And Philippe teaches them all the new dances
He sees the little people doing
In their living rooms
On his shoulders
Nalie is the only one who can get Arju to dance
But when she does, he lets her stand on his toes
Like a little girl
And he dances her across the city
While she throws her laughter into the sky
High and loud
Where it turns into a joyful rain
And comes down everyday
Onto the city below
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