“My Best Friend” by John Patience

My best friend is a giant.
He’s bigger than our house.
He’s stronger than an elephant,
But quiet as a mouse.
No-one else can see him,
He’s invisible, you see,
But he pushes me on the garden swing
And helps me climb the tree.
Sometimes he tells me stories,
As I sit in the palm of his hand,
Of fabulous beasts, of fairyland feasts,
Of a mystical, magic land.
But it’s a shame when it starts to rain.
He often starts to cry,
‘Cause he’s too big to come indoors
And we have to say goodbye.