Jack was nimble
There was no doubt
But he was tripped up
By a silver thimble
It took him right out
Ass over teakettle
He was left all alone
In a fine fettle
Until Peep came along
And pulled him up
With her crook
Kissed him on the cheek
And giggled as his knees shook
Peep always was a naughty girl
The five pigs a plenty
Were jovial and rich
Eating ten meals a day
Without a hitch
Until came the day
They couldn't get away
Because through the front door
They could not fit
It was a house fire
Was I not clear?
You should have heard that bacon sizzle!
Sixteen mice
Bet on two rolling dice
The fate of their tails
Long and fierce
The roll came up snake-eyes
And before they could run
The cat grabbed the cleaver
And then they had none
Tails, that is
Texas
twitchers
Long and pink
Unlike whiskers
And now they all walk a little funny
The ghost in the bottle
Had hands made to throttle
Which was why
He was locked away
Until Sally Tote
Uncorked his prison
And his hands locked tight
Right around her throat
He was the Boston Strangler
In a different long ago life
Keep him locked away
As you should
And always carry a knife
Oh wait, he's a ghost
I guess that wouldn't do any good
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