I'd like a stocking made for a giant, And a meeting house full of toys, Then I'd go out in a happy hunt For the poor little girls and boys; Up the street and down the street, And across and over the town, I'd search and find them everyone, Before the sun went down.

A Little Book of Tribune Verse: A Number of Hitherto Uncollected Poems, Grave and Gay (ed. 1901)