Johndavisnearby
Jack be nimble
OVER VALLEY AND HILL
forgetting how
it seems to STAND STILL
He was so Quick
He lassoed a fly
before one flame
could Lick
& ran a mile
& back
between a clock’s Tick
Jack would run
to the Town Tower
and back
carrying a Whistle
and catch the Sound
in his magic
back Pack
He met a lovely
Maiden at the village Square
on a quick Day
and ran to the brook
and picked a rose
and back
before a Word
she could Say
As the weeks
flew by
Jack was never shy
One day he
caught a Moonbeam
and carried it
to her Eye
And now the legend
must Grow
the world waits
to Know
Will Jack stay Still
and marry the lady
or is he forever
running and chasing
the next valley
and HILL
