My unsteady feet gave way,
And Jack gave a hearty bellow,
Yet I stayed straight up,
And he was then quite yellow,
For my pain was quite dear,
And he begged for an encore,
Yet I learned well my first go,
And I was still quite sore,
My pride taken to the ground,
And my head still held up high,
Yet he got his lasting laugh,
When I almost got to see the sky,
My mind firmly holding on a deep rest,
And I saw the dreams were coming near,
I took the day into strides,
And fought away the pesky mirror.
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