My Old Friend Jake


My friend Jake ran to the lake.
He threw off his coat and jumped in the boat.
He had to skedaddle so he picked up the paddle.
Where did he go they wanted to know.
Alas it was his daughter who pointed to the water.
They were hot on his trail to take him to jail.
Catch him if you can he’s a wily old man.
Leave it up to us to get the mean cuss.
And then by surprise the water began to rise.
Carried by the tide Jake couldn't hide.
Take him away I overheard her say.
For goodness sake my old friend Jake.

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