There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore, <br />Three rosy-cheeked school-boys, the highest not more <br />Than the height of a counsellor's bag; <br />To the top of GREAT HOW did it please them to climb: <br />And there they built up, without mortar or lime, <br />A Man on the peak of the crag. <br /> <br />They built him of stones gathered up as they lay: <br />They built him and christened him all in one day, <br />An urchin both vigorous and hale; <br />And so without scruple they called him Ralph Jones. <br />Now Ralph is renowned for the length of his bones; <br />The Magog of Legberthwaite dale. <br /> <br />Just half a week after, the wind sallied forth, <br />And, in anger or merriment, out of the north, <br />Coming on with a terrible pother, <br />From the peak of the crag blew the giant away. <br />And what did these school-boys?--The very next day <br />They went and they built up another. <br /> <br />--Some little I've seen of blind boisterous works <br />By Christian disturbers more savage than Turks, <br />Spirits busy to do and undo: <br />At remembrance whereof my blood sometimes will flag; <br />Then, light-hearted Boys, to the top of the crag! <br />And I'll build up giant with you.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rural-architecture/
