Jack be Nimble

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jump over the candlestick. Jack was a boy with a bounce in his step, Who loved to hop, skip, and jump with pep. His friends in the village all knew his name, For his leaping and jumping had earned him fame. One sunny morning in village square, The mayor announced with a trumpet's blare: "A festival's coming! Get ready to play! We'll have games and treats on this special day!" Jack's eyes grew wide with pure delight, "I'll practice my jumping from morning till night!" He found a small candle and placed it with care, Then backed up three steps with a confident air. Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jump over the candlestick. He cleared it with ease and let out a cheer, "That was fun, but too simple, that much is clear!" So Jack found two candles and set them in line, "This jump will be tricky, but I'll do just fine!" Jack be nimble, Jack be double quick, Jack jump over the candlesticks! He leapt through the air with the grace of a deer, While neighbors all gathered to clap and to cheer. But then came a challenge from Jenny next door, "Try jumping five candles, or maybe try more!" Jack scratched his head with a thoughtful look, "Five candles sounds scary," he nervously shook. "What if I trip or what if I fall? Maybe I'm not ready for this jump at all." His mother smiled gently and gave him advice, "Being brave doesn't mean that your fear will suffice. Just practice each day, take it step by step, And soon you'll be ready to make that big leap." So Jack practiced daily with care and with thought, Learning the lessons that patience had taught. One candle, then two, then three in a row, His confidence growing with each jumping show. When festival day came, the square was alive, With laughter and music under bright sunny skies. Jack's turn finally came for his jumps to begin, He took a deep breath and gave a brave grin. Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Watch him jump over each candlestick! One, two, three, four, and finally five, Jack cleared them all with a magnificent dive! The villagers cheered for the brave little boy, Who'd practiced so hard with patience and joy. That night as Jack rested his tired jumping feet, His mother asked softly, "Was victory sweet?" Jack smiled and nodded, "But you know what I found? The practice each day was the best part, hands down!" So remember when challenges seem hard at first sight, Just practice with care, both morning and night. Be patient and kind with yourself as you grow, And you'll jump higher than you ever thought you could go! Jack be nimble, Jack be keen, Jack's the best jumper the village has seen!