Many builders there have been Since the world began; Palace, cottage, mansion, inn, They have built for man. Some were small and some were tall: Long or wide or low. But the best one of them all Jack built long ago. 'Twas built in bygone days, Yet millions sing its praise. Just a love nest Cozy with charm, Like a dove nest Down on a farm. A veranda with some sort of clinging vine, Then a kitchen where some rambler roses twine.
Then a small room, Tea set of blue; Best of all, room— Dream room for two. Better than a palace with a gilded dome, Is a love nest You can call home. Building houses still goes on Now as well as then. Ancient Jack and Jill are gone, Yet return again. Ever comes the question old: Shall we build for pride, Or shall brick and mortar hold Warmth and love inside? The answer you may know: Jack solved it long ago