1.1 Kara Emery
10/26/99
p. 1
2 The Ballad of Jack
There once was a boy named Jack,
A dreamer with his head in a sac.
They say he was nimble and quick,
Because he jumped over the candlestick.
He jumped it on a dare,
And leaped high into the air.
He didn't even brush his foot,
Though a finger at him his mother shook.
He had a sister named Jill,
They loved to play on a hill.
Once on it Jack fell down,
Poor boy, he broke his crown!
Eventually his mother got poor,
As for food, they always needed more.
All they had was a cow,
The pig, she had died, poor old sow.
"To market, off you go.
Don't dawdle or be slow.
Sell her not less than five,
Or when you get back, there'll be no pie."
One day this his mother said,
After he had gotten out of bed.
Then he went with Milky-White,
Who knew nothing of her plight.
Along the way he met a man,
Who said his name was Dan.
Dan said he had five,
Magic beans, which would come alive.
So Jack traded his cow,
And the old man left with a bow.
Jack hurried to return,
But his mother, the beans did spurn.
She sent him to bed
(Without being fed),
Out the beans she flung,
"Oh! that boy," she sung.
Next morning, when Jack arose,
Looked out to see a bush of rose.
What he viewed instead,
A beanstalk had grown while he was abed.
Up and up brave Jack climbed it,
Until his house looked like a nit.
Then he reached a castle of stone,
With a giantess who gave a great moan.
"Come in," she said, "but not for long.
My husband would eat any Englishman."
She brought Jack in and set him down,
On a pile of feathery down.
"Fe, fi, fo, fum.
I smell the blood of an Englishman,"
Rang the cry throughout the hall,
Then Jack felt exceedingly small.
"Be he live or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread."
And so Jack grabbed the harp, hen, and gold.
Never had he felt so less bold.
Down the beanstalk he ran,
With the giant chasing like a crazed fan.
When he reached the ground,
An axe he found.
Chop! Chop! Chop!
Down went the stalk with a flop.
Dead was the giant, happily.
And Jack's mother, rejoiced did she.
They lived happily ever after,
And built a new house down to the last rafter.
Then Jack's mother said,
"Never again will you sleep without being fed."
10/26/99
p. 1
2 The Ballad of Jack
There once was a boy named Jack,
A dreamer with his head in a sac.
They say he was nimble and quick,
Because he jumped over the candlestick.
He jumped it on a dare,
And leaped high into the air.
He didn't even brush his foot,
Though a finger at him his mother shook.
He had a sister named Jill,
They loved to play on a hill.
Once on it Jack fell down,
Poor boy, he broke his crown!
Eventually his mother got poor,
As for food, they always needed more.
All they had was a cow,
The pig, she had died, poor old sow.
"To market, off you go.
Don't dawdle or be slow.
Sell her not less than five,
Or when you get back, there'll be no pie."
One day this his mother said,
After he had gotten out of bed.
Then he went with Milky-White,
Who knew nothing of her plight.
Along the way he met a man,
Who said his name was Dan.
Dan said he had five,
Magic beans, which would come alive.
So Jack traded his cow,
And the old man left with a bow.
Jack hurried to return,
But his mother, the beans did spurn.
She sent him to bed
(Without being fed),
Out the beans she flung,
"Oh! that boy," she sung.
Next morning, when Jack arose,
Looked out to see a bush of rose.
What he viewed instead,
A beanstalk had grown while he was abed.
Up and up brave Jack climbed it,
Until his house looked like a nit.
Then he reached a castle of stone,
With a giantess who gave a great moan.
"Come in," she said, "but not for long.
My husband would eat any Englishman."
She brought Jack in and set him down,
On a pile of feathery down.
"Fe, fi, fo, fum.
I smell the blood of an Englishman,"
Rang the cry throughout the hall,
Then Jack felt exceedingly small.
"Be he live or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread."
And so Jack grabbed the harp, hen, and gold.
Never had he felt so less bold.
Down the beanstalk he ran,
With the giant chasing like a crazed fan.
When he reached the ground,
An axe he found.
Chop! Chop! Chop!
Down went the stalk with a flop.
Dead was the giant, happily.
And Jack's mother, rejoiced did she.
They lived happily ever after,
And built a new house down to the last rafter.
Then Jack's mother said,
"Never again will you sleep without being fed."