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The House that Jack Built

This is the house

That Jack built.

This is the corn

That lay in the house

That Jack built.

This is the rat

That ate the corn

That lay in the house

That Jack built.

This is the cat

That killed the rat

That ate the corn

That lay in the house

That Jack built.

This is the dog

That worried the cat

That killed the rat

That ate the corn

That lay in the house

That Jack built.

This is the cow

With a crumpled horn

That tossed the dog

That worried the cat

That killed the rat

That ate the corn

That lay in the house

That Jack built.

This is the maiden

All forlorn

That milked the cow

With a crumpled horn

That tossed the dog

That worried the cat

That killed the rat

That ate the corn

That lay in the house

That Jack built.

The Story of the Hare Who Lost his Spectacles

This is the story of the Hare

Who lost his spectacles.

Owl loved to rest quietly

Whilst no one was watching.

Sitting on a fence one day

He was surprised

When suddenly a kangaroo

Ran close by.

Now this may not seem strange,

But when Owl overheard

Kangaroo whisper

To no one in particular,

“The hare has lost his spectacles”,

Well, he began to wonder.

Presently, the moon appeared from behind a cloud,

And there lying on the grass was Hare,

In the stream that float by the grass – a newt,

And sitting astride a twig of a bush – a bee.

Ostensibly motionless,

The hare was trembling with excitement

For without his spectacles

He appeared completely helpless.

Where were his spectacles?

Could someone have stolen them?

Has he mislaid them?

What was he to do?

Bee wanted to help,

And thinking he had the answer began:

“You probably ate them thinking they were a carrot”.

“No”, interrupted Owl who was wise,

“I have good eye-sight, insight, and foresight,

How could an intelligent hare

Make such a silly mistake?”

But all the time Owl

Had been sitting on the fence scowling.

Kangaroo was hopping mad at this sort of a talk,

She thought herself

A far superior in intelligence to the others,

She was their leader, their guru.

She had the answer:

“Hare, you must go in search of the optician!”

But then she realized that Hare

Was completely helpless without his spectacles.

And so, Kangaroo loudly proclaimed:

“I can’t send Hare in search of anything!”

“You can, guru, you can!” shouted Newt,

“You can send him with Owl”.

But Owl had gone to sleep.

Newt knew too much

To be stopped by so small a problem.

“You can take him in your pouch”.

But, alas, Hare was much too big

To fit into Kangaroo’s pouch.

All this time it had been quite plain to Hare

That the others knew nothing about his spectacles.

And as for all their tempting ideas,

Well, Hare didn’t care.

The lost spectacles were his own affair

And, after all, Hare did have his spare a-pair

The King’s Breakfast

The King asked the Queen

And the Queen asked the Dairymaid:

“Could we have some butter

For the royal slice of bread?”

The Queen asked the Dairymaid,

The Dairymaid said, “Certainly,

I’ll go and tell the cow now

Before she goes to bed.”

The Dairymaid she curtsied,

And went and told the Aulderney:

“Don’t forget the butter

For the royal slice of bread.”

The Aulderney said sleepily,

“You’d better tell his Majesty

That many people nowadays

Like marmalade instead.”

The Dairymaid said, “Fancy!”

And went to her Majesty.

She curtsied to the Queen

And she turned a little red.

“Excuse me, your Majesty,

for taking of the liberty,

But marmalade is tasty

If it’s very thickly spread.”

The Queen said, “Oh!”

And went to his Majesty:

“Talking of the butter

For the royal slice of bread,

Many people think

That marmalade is nicer.

Would you like to try

A little marmalade instead?”

The King said, “Bother!”

And then he said, “Oh, dear me!”

The King sobbed, “Oh, dear me!”

And went back to bed.

“Nobody,” he whimpered,

“Could call me a fussy man.

I only wan a little bit

Of butter for my bread!”

The Queen said, “There, there!”

And went to the Dairymaid.

The Dairymaid said, “There, there!”

And went to the shed.

The Cow said, “There, there!

I didn’t really mean it;

Here’s milk for his porringer

And butter for his bread.”

The Queen took the butter

And brought it to his Majesty.

The King said, “Butter, eh?”

And bounced out of bed.

“Nobody,” he said,

As he kissed her tenderly.

“Nobody,” he said,

As he slid down the banisters.

“Nobody, my darling,

could call me a fussy man –

BUT

I DO like a little bit

Of butter to my bread.”