Jack the Giant-Killer
by James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916)
Tell you a story an' it's a fac':--
Wunst wuz a little boy, name wuz Jack,
An 'he had sword an' buckle an' strap
Maked of gold, an' a "'visibul cap";
An' he killed Gints at et whole cows
Th horns an allan pigs an sows!
But Jack, his golding sword wuz, oh!
So awful sharp at he could go
An cut th ole Gints clean in two
Fore ey knowed what he wuz goin to do!
An one ole Gint, he had four
Heads, an name wuz "Bumblebore"
An he wuz feared o Jack cause he,
Jack, he killed sixfivetenthree,
An all o th uther ole Gints but him;
An thay wuz a place Jack haf to swim
Fore he could git t ole "Bumblebore"
Nen thay wuz "griffuns" at the door;
But Jack, he thist plunged in an swum
Clean acrost; an when he come
To th uther side, he thist put on
His "visibul cap," an nen, dog-gone!
You couldnt see him at all!--An so
He slewed the "griffuns"boff, you know!
Nen wuz a horn hunged over his head,
High on th wall, an words at read,--
"Whoever kin this trumput blow
Shall cause the Gints overthow!"
An Jack, he thist reached up an blowed
The stuffin out of it! an thowed
Th castul gates wide open, an
Nen tuk his gold sword in his han,
An thist marched in t ole "Bumblebore,"
An, fore he knowed, he put bout four
Heads on himan chopped em off, too!--
Wisht at Id been Jack!--dont you?