Jack and the candle stick

Jack be nimble,1

Jack be quick,2

Jack jumped over a candle stick.'3

This is the story of little Jack Thimble,4

But the telling is wrong for Jack was not nimble.5

Jack was a bumbler messed up all that he could.6

He broke the fine dishes, so he ate off of wood.7

When he offered to help and go into town,8

He came back empty handed, no goods to be found.9

Jack was not handsome, or wealthy or bright,10

He had no large cattle, didn't know how to fight.11

So when finally a girl appealed to little Jack,12

A pretty boy came along and he couldn't fight back.13

But Jack was not daunted, he would have his prize,14

'I will win her, i don't need to be wealthy, pretty or wise.'15

But no matter what he did, no matter what he said,16

Every time he asked her out she shook her pretty head.17

Jack became frustrated, and decided anew,18

'If she wants nice things there is one thing to do.'19

Jack found the girls lover and invited him in,20

Then Jack killed the man, and shaved off his skin.21

He hemmed up some parts and sewed up others,22

And when he was finished, he looked like her lover.23

Having the looks of his beloveds lover,24

He made his was 'home' to speak with his 'mother.'25

The mans mother was a kind hearted soul,26

Her heart was full of peace and her pockets of gold.27

He pleaded with the woman, playing as her son,28

Saying he needed money, till his goal was won.29

Feeling as if he won at last he went to his beloveds house,30

But the house was empty and he found naught but a mouse.31

Feeling quite disheartened he made his way back home,32

But as he entered the house, a sight chilled him to the bone.33

The shredded body of his beloveds lover with a body lain on top,34

His beloved had slain herself, how unfair was his life's lot.35

He shed the skin as quickly as he could, and turned in time to see,36

His mother coming up the walk, in her hand her key.37

Jack began to scramble, tugging on the dead,38

But they only moved a couple feet before he slipped in blood and hit his head.39

Jack opened his eyes to a headache, faintly recalling a scream,40

He looked around and sighed thinking everything was a dream.41

Jack sat up and rubbed his head, the blood pounding in his ears,42

Then another sound beheld him and he stiffened straight with fear.43

Looking out the window he saw people marching left and right,44

In their hands were forks and torches, they were looking for a fight.45

Jack began to scramble, knocking things to the floor,46

A rolling candle caught his foot and poor Jack was no more.47

That's the story of little Jack Thimble,48

And it goes to show you he was not all that nimble.49

In fact, to tell the truth, Jack was just plain slow.50