This Old Man

This Old Man

This old man, he played one, He played knick-knack on my thumb. With a knick-knack paddy-whack, Give a dog a bone. This old man came rolling home. This wasn't your typical old man, with a beard as white as snow. This old man, named Jasper, had a twinkle in his eye and a youthful glow. He wasn't one to sit by the fire, rocking in a chair, Jasper preferred adventures, with a mischievous, playful flair. One sunny morning, he gathered the neighborhood children in a huddle, Eyes sparkling with excitement, a mischievous little chuckle. "Today," he declared, with a flourish of his cane, "We're not playing the usual, this rhyme will be rearranged!" The children, curious and eager, giggled with delight, As Jasper started the song, with a mischievous, twinkling light. "This old man," he sang, "he planted one seed, He planted a sunflower, tall as can be!" The children, mimicking his actions, pretended to plant with glee, Jasper continued the song, with a booming melody. "This old man," he sang, "he watered it twice, With a sprinkle and a hose, under the warm morning light!" The children followed suit, watering their imaginary flowers in the air, Jasper's voice boomed again, with a playful, mischievous flair. "This old man," he sang, "he watched it grow tall, Taller than the houses, visible to all!" The children stretched their arms high, pretending to reach for the giant sunflower, Their laughter filled the air, a joyful, carefree power. "This old man," Jasper sang, his voice filled with glee, "He shared all the seeds, for a garden you see!" The children pretended to scatter seeds, their faces bright with delight, Jasper had transformed the old rhyme, into a game both playful and light. From then on, whenever they played, the children all knew, The old rhyme could be twisted, for adventures brand new!