Jack Sprat

Jack Sprat could eat no fat, His wife could eat no lean, And so between the two of them, you see, They licked the platter clean. Jack was tall and rather thin, With a smile that stretched so wide. His wife was round and rosy-cheeked, They stood proud, side by side. In their little cottage home, With windows bright and neat, They loved to cook together, Making meals so good to eat. For breakfast, Jack loved oatmeal plain, His wife, pancakes with cream. Different foods they both enjoyed, A perfect team, it seemed! One day they planned a garden feast, To share with friends nearby. "But what to serve?" asked worried Jack, His wife began to sigh. "I'll make the veggies crisp and fresh," Jack said with knowing nod. "And I'll bake bread with butter rich," His wife said with a prod. They worked all day with loving care, Each doing what they knew. Jack chopped the carrots, peas, and beans, His wife made berry stew. The neighbors came from all around, Each bringing different treats. Some brought dishes lean and light, Some rich and very sweet. "Look at all this different food!" The children clapped with glee. "Some is just like what Jack likes, Some's like his wife, you see!" The table stretched with dishes bright, A colorful display. Foods of every kind and sort, For this special day. One neighbor asked with puzzled face, "How do you two agree? When you like such different things, How happy can you be?" Jack smiled at his loving wife, She smiled right back at him. "We're different, yes, that much is true, But that's not dim nor grim." "I like my carrots," Jack explained, "My wife likes creamy cake. Together we make perfect meals, There's no mistake to make!" "We're different parts," his wife chimed in, "Of one big happy whole. Together we make better things, That's good for heart and soul." The feast was grand, the day was bright, New friendships formed with ease. Everyone enjoyed themselves, With laughter in the breeze. And when the guests all headed home, Jack and his wife, you see, Sat down beside their garden fence, Content as they could be. Jack Sprat still ate no fat, His wife still ate no lean, But together they made life so sweet, The finest ever seen. For differences make life more fun, When shared with loving care. Jack and his wife knew this truth well: The best things come in pairs! And so remember Jack Sprat's tale, When meeting someone new. Different likes can work together, Making dreams come true!