Jack be Nimble

Jack be Nimble

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jump over the candlestick. Jack, a young boy with bright, curious eyes, practiced every day. He'd leap and he'd bound, a blur as he'd fly, Over hay bales in the barn, beneath the summer sky. His grandma, a woman with a twinkle in her gaze, Watched him with a smile, in her rocking chair's soft maze. "Jumping is grand, Jack," she'd say with a wink, "But there's a whole world out there, for you to think!" Jack pondered her words, a thoughtful frown etched, On his face usually filled with a joyful sketch. The next day, he approached his grandma, a new glint in his eye, "Grandma," he declared, "can I jump over the stream, way up high?" His grandma chuckled, a warm, rumbling sound, "Of course you can, Jack, let's find some safe ground!" They walked to the stream, its water cool and clear, Jack took a deep breath, casting away any fear. He stretched and he focused, a determined stance, Then with a mighty leap, he cleared the stream in a joyous dance. Landing softly on the other side, a triumphant grin, He knew grandma was right, the world was waiting to begin. From then on, Jack practiced not just height, but distance and grace, He'd jump over logs, stepping stones, finding a new jumping space. His grandma beamed proudly, her heart filled with delight, For Jack had discovered, the world was his jumping flight. So remember, dear reader, when facing a leap, It's not just about the height, but the courage you keep. With focus and practice, you'll find your own way, To jump over obstacles, and embrace a brighter day.