When I asked Mack, what he thought about Jack,
He pulled up a chair, and cut into his pear.
And while softly sighing, he then started crying,
Telling tales that were sad, of his friend who’d gone mad.
Then when I asked Jack, what he thought about Mack,
Her started out crying, then finished up sighing.
As he said it was sad, yet made him so mad,
That his friend on the chair, cares more for the pear.