Listen to the song of Wandering Jack,
He carries a bundle on his back.
What is inside it, no one can tell,
He carries inside it dreams to sell.
Some cost a penny,
Some cost a pound.
Some cost nothing, I'll be bound.
I've been able to recite that poem since I was seven. 
Great Nephew Asked Me To Buy Him Some "Candy"?
To want to swear at a rude man in a BP petrol station 😡😡
AIBU to feel enraged after all these years?


I think I might start learning it again to make sure my feeble brain doesn't disintegrate any more quickly than it already has.



