Spring-Heeled Jack

SPRING-HEELED JACK Spring-Heeled Jack was a very odd chap, And a very odd chap was he. His eyes glowed like a pyre, He wore batman’s attire. He was frightful not least Because from the mouth of this beast Spewed forth a tongue of blue fire. Spring-Heeled Jack had a very strange knack, And a very strange knack had he. By way of a spoof He jumped roof to roof, And a ten-foot wall Presented no trouble at all To this Jack of the cloven hoof. Spring-heeled Jack had a very tough mac, And a very tough mac had he. The soldiers might fire But unscathed he’d retire. He sure was no pullet, Distaining each bullet, And mocking the military’s ire. Spring-Heeled Jack had a very sad lack, And a very sad lack had he. With a talent like his He could have been king of show biz And regarding high jumps Jack would have been trumps. What a deplorable waste of his whizz! Spring-Heeled Jack had a very long whack, And a very long whack had he. Despite many a try No catcher came nigh, So through Victoria’s long age It was Jack who held stage. Though now, it appears, he’s more shy.