The Giant of IllinoisnDied of a blister on his toennAfter walking all daynThrough the first winters' snownnThrowing bits of stale bread nto the last speckled dovesnnHe never even felt, nhis shoes fill with bloodnnDelirious with pain,nhis bedroom walls began to glownnAnd he felt himself floating nup through falling snownnAnd the sky was a woman's armsnAnd the sky was a woman's armsnn::vocalizing::nnA boy with a clubbed footnsat next to him at schoolnnOnce upon a summer's daynthey went walking through the woodsnnThey spotted a sleeping swannOn the banks of a muddy streamnnThey stoned it with rocks ntill it collapsed in the reedsnnThey laid out on the grassnfull of chocolate and lemonadennAnd underneath it all nthe Giant was afraidnnAnd the sky was a woman's armsnOh, the sky was a woman's armsnnAnd the sky was a woman's arms.