Oh poor Jack was handsom and lean
But He sold his cow for a count of three bean
OH! my dear what have you done, that's our only source of milk
What a stupid son
Now jack thought his mother was very mean, she made him do chores
she made him clean..
She told him to sell a cow
but he came home with a count of three bean
But they are magic, It's true
we no longer need that thing that says mooooooo
Jacks mother was angry you see
she threw the worthless beans out the window with glee
Oh but they grew, into a stalk
And later when Jack went out for a walk..
Oh! he saw the gigantic bean stalk!
Jack was curious you see
so he started to climb it, as if it were a tree
He got to the top, but he was sore
he was glad he didn't have to climb anymore
He saw a castle on a cloud
he knocked on the door he felt so proud
He told Mrs. Giant he was sore, she gave him soup
but he wanted more..
Oh! he stole a harp of gold, coins, and a chicken that was very old...
He was caught by the Giant, Jack is no more
but at least he doesn't have to do another chore
enjoyed read indeed.i like the concept of evolving a classical storyline , keep up the good work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the storyline, but feel that the story isn't complete.