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.
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