John Young

Tall and thin without a doubt Young Johnny's all about bound with tons of energy Like a proud prodigy Numbers he did count Willy nilly Even when astride a filly Jumping quick across a wall All because he had the gall Words came to him at five Like flies to a bee hive Rocks he stored and notes he wrote Words of wisdom he did smote One day while running across the Heather He did find a beautiful feather A warning wind stole across But he was so engrossed It grew dark and cloudy And the gale blew loudly Heavens poured and lightning struck When he saw the wild buck Grasping all his wit He drew closer to it Finding it in a hole He released it s leg in the pole Thus went Johnny on and on Wet and cold he rode anon And from this day that hap He rode with a feather in his cap.