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Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean,
And so between them both, you see,
They licked the platter clean.
Jack ate all the lean,
Joan ate all the fat.
The bone they picked it clean,
Then gave it to the cat.
Jack Spratt was wheeling
His wife by the ditch,
The barrow turned over,
And in she did pitch.
Says Jack "She'll be drowned!"
But Joan did reply,
"I don't think I shall
For the ditch is quite dry."
And a comic version
Jack Spratt could eat no fat,
No sausages, no stew,
His beard was much too bristly
And it wouldn't let things through.
By
Richard Edwards
