The Little Old Lady stands in the street waiting as they repossess her shoe her welfare’s been cut her power’s been shut and she’s lost her children too. Mr. Jack Spratt has learned to eat fat ‘cause there’s nothing else on his plate his wife’s not so lean she’s strong and she’s mean when he returns from the bar too late. And Little Jack Horner stands in the corner his eyes are black and blue his mother was mad now he’s waiting for Dad who’ll make his arms and legs that way too. The Sneeches with stars march through the stores and the bars demanding and equal share and those Sneeches without from Washington shout and the military quiet the affair. While Jack’s up the hill giving his all to Jill he leaves her with 2 months to decide But she didn’t know her school couldn’t show and now there’s a seed growing inside. It’s 20th century make believe everyone plays – no one believes and the Butcher has saved the moon. But when this story is told and all the children are old and the make believe has ceased They’ll sit at the table and dream if they’re able while Mother Goose is the Thanksgiving feast.