“Hey There, Jack!”

“Hey there, Jack!

Can you cut me some slack?

Listen, the apothecary's outta town

and I got this stuck on stupid frown.

I need some of your magic beans

and some of that bubbly kerosene.”

So, Jack pulled out a brown bag

made of cloth and old stitched rags.

He looked to the left and to the right,

then shoved it at the man who sang in delight,

“Thanks, man! Listen, I owe you one!”

“No, no, no,” Jack said, “have some fun.”

Jack climbed his stalk. The deed was done.

“Won’t know what hit him. Poor, old bum.”