Jack and the Beanstalk
The villagers call me Lucky Jack, but that’s not true.
On a dusty back road, on the way to sell the family cow, I meet an elderly stranger.
“It’s your lucky day,” says the old man and proceeds to spin me a very tall tale.
Unbelievable, yet I believe him and in exchange for our last valuable possession
I run home with a golden bean in my pocket.
Maybe my luck is about to change.
Maybe.
The villagers call me Lucky Jack, but that’s not true.
On a dusty back road, on the way to sell the family cow, I meet an elderly stranger.
“It’s your lucky day,” says the old man and proceeds to spin me a very tall tale.
Unbelievable, yet I believe him and in exchange for our last valuable possession
I run home with a golden bean in my pocket.
Maybe my luck is about to change.
Maybe.
The villagers call me Lucky Jack, but that’s not true.
On a dusty back road, on the way to sell the family cow, I meet an elderly stranger.
“It’s your lucky day,” says the old man and proceeds to spin me a very tall tale.
Unbelievable, yet I believe him and in exchange for our last valuable possession
I run home with a golden bean in my pocket.
Maybe my luck is about to change.
Maybe.
