This boy’s name is Jack
He’s a plain looking lad
He is not very good,
Nor yet very bad.
He had a large goose
That laid eggs of pure gold
And he thought in his head, “this is very
obtuse”
For his benefit, he left this story
untold.
He had a friend that he liked a lot,
She was very beautiful and her name was
Jill,
So he gathered the courage and gave it a
shot,
They are still together much to his
thrill.
They went to bed early one summer’s
night,
They had to get sleep to do all their
chores.
But before they went to bed, their
prayers they recite
Very early the next morning, they would
have to rise.
Jack and Jill were pretty great adults,
But they laid in bed until the clock
struck ten.
Then Jack sat up from bed in a way so
abrupt
And said, “oh lovely Jill, the day’s
almost spent”.
They ran so quick Jill hit a wall and
fell,
Little did she know she knocked over humpty
dumpty,
Since she didn’t know, an apology she
could not tell,
This made him kind of mad and very very
grumpy.
Jack and Jill went up the Hill to fetch a
pail of water,
On their way, they ran into Little Mary Bo
Peep
Bo Peep was using the herder Jack bought
her
One of her critters stood out, for he was
the only black sheep.
Bo peep was talking to the little sheep,
While Jack and Jill didn’t say a peep.
Mary said “Bah bah black sheep, have you
any wool?”
“Yes Mary, Yes Mary. Three bags full.
One for my master and one for my dame,
But none for the little boy who cries in
the lane”.
Later Jack and Jill returned to fetch
another pail,
They found Mary sleeping all on her own,
No sign of her sheep, not even a tail.
Suddenly, she awoke with a whine and a
moan.
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep,
And
can't tell where to find them;
Jack
said “Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
And
bring their tails behind them.”
Little
Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
And
dreamt she heard them bleating;
But
when she awoke, she found it a joke,
For
they were still a-fleeting.
Then
up she took her little crook,
Determin'd
for to find them;
She
found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
For
they'd left all their tails behind 'em.
Jack and Jill went shortly to bed
Late on a beautiful Sunday
They both must pray then rest their head
For tomorrow is a rather busy Monday.
Months passed before they heard the
story,
By this time, the weather was cold and
snow began to flurry
The story has an end that is rather sad
It’s about a fall that an unlucky egg
had.
IN marble walls as white as milk,
Lined
with a skin as soft as silk;
Within
a fountain crystal clear,
A
golden apple doth appear.
No
doors there are to this stronghold.
Yet
things break in and steal the gold.
(This previous rhyme describes an egg)
HUMPTY DUMPTY sate on a wall;
Humpty
Dumpty had a great fall;
Three
score men and three score more
Cannot
place Humpty Dumpty as he was before.
