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- Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman.
- Be he alive, or be he dead, I'll put his words inside your head.
- Follow your will, do what you please,
- Yet dare not break from our decree.
- This he was told from high above,
- In a sun-baked land, years ago.
- Yes a beastly man, who lives no more.
- Find his number, multiply it by four.
- Remove its second-smallest member, apply it afore.
- A pathway of creatures, the oilseed of yore:
- Use your calculation, apply it to this.
- A wandering monster, colored orange white and yellow,
- Oh what does he find, this inquisitive fellow?
- The term of today, what shall it be?
- It brings connection, but doesn't come free.
- For what you don't know wont hurt you, but what you do certainly will.
- Bring this truth to me, and you will have won!
- But don't become too excited now, the game has just begun.
- Use what you have learned, this is the real prize,
- This challenge you have beaten, earned its demise.
- This is just a step, on the road to the end.
- Like the giants, the flesh from their bones you must rend.
- Leaving only their core, what a sight to see!
- Achieving this feat, you shall sing with glee.
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