Posted by: Admin | September 30, 2010

One year ago today…

…our grandson, Jack, was born and once again the pool of love that binds my little family expanded to include another small soul.

Happy birthday, sweetheart. Once again it’s been too long since I’ve seen you, but Grandma thinks about you and your brother every single day. So save a squeezy-weezy birthday hug for me and catch the kisses I will blow to you across the miles on this, your first birthday. xxxxx

The House That Jack Built

This is the house that Jack Built.

This is the malt
That lay in the house that Jack Built.

This is the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack Built.

This is the cat
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack Built.

This is the dog,
That worried the cat
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack Built.

This is the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack Built.

This is the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack Built.

This is the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack Built.

This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack Built.

This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack Built.

This is the farmer sowing his corn,
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack Built

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