Jack never climbed to the top of the bean stalk.

Jack found a bean

Planted it with a shovel

Then watched it grow and grow

The erect stalk

Was a pulsating purple

And climbing up

He noticed a little bird


Little bird

Little bird

What do you think of my courage?

The bird made no sound

It flew around him

Little bird

Little bird

Is this the right story for me?

Again there was no words

Just the wind

Touching the leaves

Shining brilliantly.