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Grim Giant Graft sate in his cavern dim; / A king's reward was offered for him dead. / He scowled to think it could not come to him, / That price upon his head.
Of all his foes he dreaded only one, / A knight of stalwart heart and spotless fame, / Who feared no creature underneath the sun -- / Sir Ippykin his name.