Jock is a Scottish Circus flea
Could jump a height of one foot three.
And in his kilt, both short and brief
Could bend a mouse hair in his teeth.
He used to get his best applause
As in his silver spangled drawers
And rubber shoes, lest he should slip,
He’d lift a great big orange pip.
Alas, ambition drove too hard
He tried to life a playing card.
And with assistance from a friend
He got it to stand up on end.
Now sad to say, poor Jock is dead.
The ace of spades fell on his head.
That fatal card!
– by Jeremy Lloyd