This week, I'm looking at jacks--or rather, Jacks--in rhyme, story, song and games. Here are a few rhymes for the youngest ones:
Little Jack Horner sat in the corner/Eating his Christmas pie/He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum/And said, "What a good boy am I!"
Jack Sprat could eat no fat/His wife could eat no lean/And so between the two of them/They licked the platter clean.
See-saw, Margery-Daw/Jack shall have a new master/He shall have but a penny a day/Because he can't work any faster.
Jack be nimble/Jack be quick/Jack jump over the candlestick.
And this lovely song (for those of you who don't the tune, I wish I could reproduce it! I'll look around on line):
The hunter went a walking-o/He carried an arrow for his bow/And for to hunt the merry little doe/Among the leaves so green-o/Jackie-boy, master/Sing you well, fare-thee-well/Hey-down, ho-down, derry-derry-down/Among the leaves so green-o.
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