Little Jack Horner Nursery Rhyme

Little Jack Horner sat in a corner, Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb and pulled out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I!" But Jack stopped short, a thoughtful frown etched on his face. This wasn't just any pie, it was filled with sweet grace. For Grandma, who baked it with love and such care, Had hidden inside, a message to share. A tiny rolled note, secured with a string, Unfurled in his hand, a wondrous thing. "Dear Jack," it began, in Grandma's loopy script, "This pie holds a secret, a magical trip." The note spoke of sharing, of kindness so true, That the more you gave, the more good came to you. Jack, with a sparkle, knew what he had to do, He'd share Grandma's pie, with a generous view. He broke off a piece for the lonely old cat, Who sat by the window, looking rather flat. He offered a slice to the postman so kind, Whose deliveries brought joy, he knew he would find. He shared with his siblings, a giggle and a smile, The pie's magic spreading, for a little while. With each piece he gave, his heart felt so light, Warmer than any oven, a feeling just right. By the time the pie was gone, not a crumb to be seen, Jack wasn't just good, he was a kindness machine. He learned that true joy came from giving your share, And the sweetest reward, was the love you could spare. So next time you have a treat, a pie or a plum, Remember Jack Horner, and the good that can come. For sharing and kindness, a message so true, Bring more joy to the world, just like Grandma would too!