Big woman stands out from the crowd
Large feet crumbling the sidewalk
She tries to walk daintily
Like the petite princesses in petticoats
But her hair brushes the clouds
She knows she will never be small
Small as a mouse, she wishes
Anything but a giantess

Small men shoot arrows at her towering legs
They laugh as she ducks for cover
Big girl weakened by puny people
The irony strikes her down
For she does not raise a hand
In violence
Is she a mouse?
Feeling so timid, nervous

She roams lone
Just her and the sun
Her only friend
Oh blistering light
Burns her skin red
Bleeding and cracked
Chapped lips never to be desired

But big man stands out from the crowd
Large feet crumbling the sidewalk
He could care less about tiny men
And their tiny brains and muscles
Real men soar taller from mountains
Tiny men run
Big man laughs
His spirit is Giant
He is Giant

Giantess stops in her tracks
Giant halts his rambling feet
To see an equal
Somebody different
But yet the same
Two worlds combining into one
Giantess likes a big man with big muscles
Giant likes a big woman in pants

And now they dance!
Between the houses
Of the little people
Who still laugh
At their towering legs
But the big people don’t care
They aren't mice!
They are giant
And they are happy.