Jack and his beans

Jack and the Beanstalk
Who remembers this one
A story of a boy
his beans and the fun

He encountered
In the home of a giant
Who wanted to eat him
Was mean and defiant

Yelling,

“Fee-fi-fo-fum,
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
Be he alive, or be he dead
I’ll have his bones to grind my bread”

He narrowly escaped
With with a harp and a hen
Never to climb the beanstalk
Chopped it down in the end

dorothy’s page © 2019 Dorothy E. Young

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