FUN FACT:

The letter "J" is the second least used letter in the English language. The letter "E" (which is the most used letter) appears 56 times more than the letter "J".

J (one "J")

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"Oh my, Jason, you look so sad. What's wrong?" said Jill.

"Hi Jack, hi Jill. I've lost my jam, and I feel quite sad. Can you help me find it?" asked Jason.

"Sorry Jason," said Jack. "we're supposed to get some water."

"Good luck!" exclaimed Jill.

Jack and Jill

Went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water,

Jack fell down

And broke his crown,

And Jill came tumbling after.

"Be careful," said Jason.

"That hill looks steep!"

"Ok, we will. Bye," they both said.

"WOW! Jack-be-nimble, what are you doing?" questioned Jason.

"I'm practicing my jumping," said Jack.

"You don't look pleased, Jason. What's up?" asked Jack.

"I'm trying to get back my jam, but it's missing. Can you help?" asked Jason.

"Sorry, no, I must keep practicing," said Jack.

Jack be nimble,

Jack be quick,

Jack jump over

The candlestick.

"Be careful, Jack, you don't want to scorch your pants!!" exclaimed Jason.

"I will," laughed Jack as he jumped over the candlestick.

"Hope you find your jam, Jason!" yelled Jack.

"Excuse me, Mr. Jack Frost, I've lost my jam. Have you by chance frozen it?" asked Jason.

"No, Jason, I did not. You better move along before YOU get frozen!!" exclaimed Jack.

Look out! Look out!

Jack Frost is about!
He's after our fingers and toes!

And all through the night,

The jolly little sprite

Is working where nobody knows.

"Oooookkkkaaaaayyyyyy!", shivered Jason.

"Yesssssssssssss Jasssssssssssson. What do you want?' hisssssssssssed the Jabberwock.

"My jam, Sir Jabberwock," croaked Jason.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

 The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

"I DON'T HAVE IT! BE GONE!", bellowed the Jabberwock.

"Jack, that is a big beanstalk! Where are you going?" Jason asked.

"To find a treasure," said Jack, "come with me, maybe we'll find your jam."

"Okay, up we go!" Jason shouted.

Jack was nimble, Jack was keen. 

He scrambled up the mighty bean. 

Up, up he went without a stop, 

But just as he was near the top, 

A ghastly frightening thing occurred 

Not far above his head, he heard 

A big deep voice, a rumbling thing 

That made the very heavens ring. 

It shouted aloud, 

'FEE FI FO FUM 'I SMELL THE BLOOD OF AN ENGLISHMAN!' 

Jack was frightened, Jack was quick, 

And down he climbed lickity split.

"WOW, Jack Horner, that pie looks yummy!" exclaimed Jason.

"Would you like some?" asked Jack.

"Maybe later, I'm trying to find my jam," said Jason.

"Ok, I'll be here. See you later," Jack said, smiling.

Little Jack Horner sat in the corner,
Eating a Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said ‘What a good boy am I.