The Jingly Jib Poem by Clive Culverhouse

you know he's a Jib
the way you can tell
he jingles and jingles
like a jingly bell

but sometimes their jingle
mysteriously goes
then Jibs cry all day
and why, nobody knows

being a Jib
can often be tough
expected to jingle
and jingle with love

then on the days
where love is not felt
Jibs lose their jingle
and Jibs will then wilt

so if ever you see
a sad lonely Jib
give hugs and a smile
he'll be jingly you did