That Jack lad was acting a bit flash,
waving around the cash,
"Always said he was a wrong'un."
Barry thought, so one day he followed him.
Well, that's just weird!
A look of shock hidden beneath Barry's beard.
A big tree had appeared,
it wasn't here mere days before.
He looked up and it looked back down.
loomed high above the town,
so high it would make
the shard feel inadequate,
and up above he saw Jack climbing.
"Hmm now this seems odd"
Barry said to no one.
So, he staked out the scene,
waited hidden from view,
just looking at the majestic tree,
it's like something from a dream.
Thunderous rumbles crashed from above,
then before long,
Jack came shimmering back.
In his bag a golden harp,
glittering in the midday sun.
"Aahh, so our jack is a thief."
Barry climbed the beanstalk
A short while after Jack was gone,
took a long time,
his arm muscles stung,
but he reached the top,
opening upon a cloudy plateau,
He spied a grand castle,
glistening in the sunlight glow,
and down below the town
carried on as always.
"Fe fi fo fum, my favourite
golden harp has been stolen.
This sounds like the work
of an English man.
Always taking what isn't theirs,
probably end up in a museum,
but I digress."
The giant weeps
"I love the sound of that thing,
it soothes me when the night draws in.
Now how will I manage to sleep
without the songs that it sings?"
"The man was huge,
I mean seriously huge"
Barry would later report.
"I'm 6 foot, not exactly short,
but this guy was towering over me,
had arms like trees, could barely see his face
it was so far above me.
But I felt every emotion
in the teardrop that dripped.
Soaked in an ocean of angry violation."
The next day, Jack was back,
not content with being rich,
he had an itch
to be richer.
He remembered a golden hen,
a never-ending supply
of money for our villain,
but Barry had other ideas,
atop the beanstalk,
he'd had a talk
with our friendly giant,
they had built up
quiet a rapport.
So, they laid a trap,
Jack would steal
an ordinary hen,
painted golden,
and then Barry would cut down
the beanstalk to prevent his return.
Alas, things took a dreadful turn.
That villainous Jack
was a murderer we learnt.
The giant fell to the earth with a crash.
Jack thought he had gotten away
with his crime, hiding his stash.
Cutting down the beanstalk
to stop the cops from searching the scene.
But he didn't realise
that Barry and the giant
had written down everything,
taken photos,
documented all the evidence.
He was caught red handed
trying to sell the hen to a fence,
and landed in a cell.
Just a street away
from where the giant fell.
They buried the giant,
and from where he lay
giant mountains
and forests bloom
to this very day.
His body feeding the earth, the soil.
his soul giving love to the air above,
and a lone headstone lay,
just a single golden harp,
and at night you can hear its songs play.
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