Okay, I did it, I had to drive
a smouldering stake in his eye
Screaming, he lashed out

and in the panic, he saw nothing
with his other eye either
That was it, a good story

which I loved to tell, but
apparently, it's not good enough
for today's sailors

who have seen skulls
in Mount Etna's caves
with a large hole in the middle

One-eyed giants died there
worthy of a hero
like me, they say

but I do know
that they were elephants
one-trunked four-footers

What is the matter with people
that they rather believe in fantasies
than in real, hard life?