It was a party that Jack was going to,
But he was sad and blue,
‘cause he had no girl to take,
and he had a cake to bake
At the party Jack went up to a girl
And said ‘May I have this dunce? '
She said ‘that is just what you are'
So he only asked her once
To another girl he said ‘Do you want cake? '
She replied ‘No, I don't drink'
He said ‘You're a kookity-kook'
She said ‘And you're a rat fink'
Near the punch bowl he said to another
‘I like a good pot-lick'
she grimaced with an ugly face
and replied 'You are so sick'
Jack danced that night with a girl named Jill
Who he found sitting in a chair
She said ‘You have a very fine step'
He replied ‘You have pretty hair'
They dated a while and then one day
Jack said ‘Please marry me Jill'
Jill said ‘I need to think about that
While we climb up that hill'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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