The giant slammed the door and gave a panicked roar
That blended with the thunder that was cracking
Such was the giant's fear that he swore to never come near
To the place Oonagh called Ireland
As he sprinted toward his home, he hurled a heavy stone
Into the ocean with a cry of wild frustration
The stone turned into land large enough for man
To inhabit and develop a nation
As the giant hurried past, he failed to look at
Our hero's small forgotten shoe left on the causeway
If he'd stopped to take it in, he may have begun to think
And realize he'd been involved in a bit of foul play
The giant began to fear that Fionn would be on his heels
The only way he knew to ensure his safety
Was to tear apart the bridge, inch by jagged inch
And say a little prayer that Fionn would never cross that great sea
The terrible crashing sound echoed for miles around
Waking up the sealife from their slumber
People travel there today, they come from miles away
To see the strewn remains down by the water