Jacksons Walk In the Park
Jackson took a walk one day,
in the City's central park
The first thing that Jackson saw,
was a stunning meadowlark
As he sauntered down the path,
to the pretty little pond
Jackson smelled the hot dog stand,
of which he was so fond
Every time that Jackson came,
walking in the park
He knew he'd get a hot dog,
with his happy little bark
Mr. Jones the hot dog man,
would give his head a pat
and give to him a hot dog,
and tip his white chef's hat
Now that Jackson's bellies full
he went about his way
He'd get another hot dog,
when he came another day
He came upon the pretzel man,
his name was Mr. True
Who said " hello there Jackson,"
" here's a pretzel just for you"
Jackson, so enjoyed his daily walk,
in the City's central park
It's time that he was heading home,
for soon it will be dark
Now Jackson's home all safe and sound,
and snuggled in his bed
with visions of a hot dog,
dancing in his head.
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