Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

Jack jump over the candlestick

Why did he do it? Why did he leap?

I think his brain was half asleep

The candle tipped over onto the rug

Jack flipped a table and broke a mug

He crashed to the floor and hit ground

I am told it made quite a sound

He lay there unconscious, unaware 

Of the flames and fire’s ominous glare  

The carpet sizzled, it started to burn 

In no time at all there wasn’t a fern

In its place sat a blackening pot

Jack woke up and jumped from his spot

His mind was foggy, it smelled like burnt toast 

Then he realized his house was a roast

Jack be nimble, Jack be fast

The candlestick was a thing of the past

Now the fire climbed up the wall

Jack just hoped the house wouldn’t fall

He opened the door and raced onto the lawn

He called for help but his parents were gone

In defeated exhaustion, Jack sat down to rest

Lesson learned: the burnt hand teaches best