Comments about Jackie Jones
Why do you watch, whisper and stare,
Why do you act like you just don’t care.
Lend me your penny and I’l make you a pound,
I’l still be here for you when you head hits the ground,
You can beat me and kick me and throw me about,
Let out your anger and I’l here you shout,
But if you treat me kindly and let me be free,
I’l fill your garden with roses and a fine oak tree.
From the cows in the meadow to the duck in the pond,