Jack and Jill, went up the hill, to fetch their friend, the big-hearted Giant. They played around, laughed aloud, and soon, the sun started to travel down.
With a smile and a song, the night pressed along. The moon transpired, and so..Jack, Jill and the Giant, became very tired. The Giant watched his friends travel down the hill, though Jack fell down. The Giant roared in laughter, and Jack frowned. They sang twinkle twinkle little star, on par, and soon was out of sight. The Giant envisioned such a tumultuous, memorable night.
The Giant, now beautifully dreaming, did not make one peep. A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you’re fast asleep. He dreamed of rock-a-bye baby, in the beanstalk tree top. So long, sweet dreams, and good night. You wonderful, literary lot. 💚💛💜