He wasn't very nimble,
he wasn't very quick.
Instead of jumping over,
he fell on the candle stick!
Silly Jack burned and burned
and burned until his death.
I live in the house where he died,
when I look over at my window,
outside I see his head.
I gasp 'oh my gawd' then I turn away
I look back over and I realize he has a funny looking face.
He can't talk.
has a deformed jaw,
it's hilarious when he moans,
since he can't jump over candle sticks,
he's not coming in my home,
goodby Jack!
Get away from my window,
I want left alone.
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