Once there was here and yet was not,
A boy whose name, they say, was 'Jack'.
He grew his beans in tiny pots
And never now felt any lack.
Jack was nimble, and Jack was quick.
He lived in a studio flat.
No cow was there, nor magic trick,
Just a single, smiling, city rat,
A cutting brought from his beanstalk,
And a grin both bright and bold
As if to say (if beans could talk)
Now who's the goose? I've got my gold.