ONCE a little boy, Jack, was, oh! ever so good, Till he took a strange notion to cry all he could. So he cried all the day, and he cried all the night, He cried in the morning and in the twilight; He cried till his voice was as hoarse as a crow, And his mouth grew so large it looked like a great O. It grew at the bottom, and grew at the top; It grew till they thought that it never would stop. Each day his great mouth grew taller and taller, And his dear little self grew smaller and smaller. At last, that same mouth grew so big that——alack!— It was only a mouth with a border of Jack. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN ON BRODSKY'S COLLECTED by MICHAEL S. HARPER BATTLEDORE AND SHUTTLECOCK by AMY LOWELL HONEY DRIPPER by CLARENCE MAJOR FOR THE NEW YEAR by EDWIN MARKHAM TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM |