My brother Jack was big and bold,
And not so fond to do as told.
Head whistle and wander down the lane,
Find him a frog, come back again.
Settle his frog at the family pond,
Search him some grubs, to show how he's fond.
Sit strumming hair at the side of the pond.
Jack's mum would remind him at the garden gate,
"Jack! For your tea? Just don't be late!"