“’Morning, Sir, and how-d’ye-do?
’Morning, pretty lady!”
That is Jack saluting you,
Where the lane is shady.
Don’t you know him? Straight and tall—
Taller than the nettles;
Large and light his leaves; and small
Are his buds and petals.
Small and white, with petals four,
See his flowers growing!
If you never knew before,
There is Jack for knowing!