Jack
Jack was a boy without an ounce of rest
Who could run from east to west
He would have fun and play
‘til the end of the day
With abundant stamina he was blessed
The next day he wanted some more
Got some shoes, ran out the door
Played ball in the park
Didn’t come home ‘til dark
And jumped on his bed ‘til four
The next day he hit the track
Ran laps ‘til his toes were black
Had so much fun
To the fall of the sun
Oh, how fit was Jack
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