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  • I love you,
    But sometimes you scare me


    My ear has always been tuned
    To the frequency of your voice
    But now that you are older
    Your voice is practically infrasonic
    And I can never tell if I am hearing you
    Or if I'm hearing a home intruder!


    It's time I stopped pretending
    That I could beat you up
    If I wanted to.
    I'm half your height
    And out of shape
    It's time that I tried for sympathy.


    Hey, little brother!
    Yeah, you up there!
    Do I have to spell it out
    With rocks in the sand
    So that you can see it from the sky?
    You're still little to me
    And little you'll always be
    Because I got here first!


    So, you're a giant
    But I still make the rules
    If you're going to be a giant
    Then you're going to be a kindly giant
    Like the BFG, Queequeg, or Hagrid,
    I'd better not hear about you fighting!
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