Foe Fum
Woe is us, our clothes in tatters,
we hold on tight - they've greased the ladders
Call huge and thunderous giants down
we'll all move up to beanstalk town
We'll burn the vines and stems behind us
and pray up high where God can find us
we hold on tight - they've greased the ladders
Call huge and thunderous giants down
we'll all move up to beanstalk town
We'll burn the vines and stems behind us
and pray up high where God can find us
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Poem about oppression
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