Remember our Jack, who picked up his beans
and walked away from those who sought
to exploit his fear and vulnerability?
Remember how he walked away
from agencies who smelt
an egg of gold?
Our Jack didn’t give a bean
for banks who showed no interest
for as long as he had –
No, our Jack put his beans
in a medium sized hole
he dug with his own hands
in a good old river bank,
and his care for those beans
Even when they laughed at him
and took his shoes
and told him he was trespassing
upon their mean old patch of land
his love light never faltered.
So our Jack sat down on his jacksy,
and watched his beanstalk fare,
and now our Jack’s beans are plenty
for all kind folk to share.
But for the love of Jack we’re hungry,
and the giants have their way,
But for the love of Jack we’re broken,
Take your beans and walk away.