Poem By Philke Borgelt
Ever thought about Jack? Cast your mind back
To Jack Spratt who would eat no fat;
Every Jack shall have his Jill
To live in the house that Jack built;
Up the hill Jack went with Jill
And colder than most is Jack Frost;
With Kings and queens our Jack of Spades
Is a Jack-of-all trades,
But all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,
So lift up the lid of a brand new toy
And out pops a Jack-in-the box.
There's no lack to our versatile Jack!