There once was a ‘puter geek whose name was Jack
He lived by himself in a little shack
He worked for A Consulting firm as you shall learn
And the Accenture was always on what he could earn.
Oh Jack, why don’t you marry?
Oh, Jack, why don’t you live?
Oh Jack, why don’t you marry?
There is so much more that you could give.
Now as he wandered down the road late one night
He heard a kind of scuttling noise beneath a log
He started to investigate but had a fright
For he heard the sound of singing from a little frog.
Oh, Jack won’t you marry me I’ll be your bride.
You’ll lack for nothing ever again I promise you.
For I can give you all you want and more beside
If you take me for yourself then you will know that’s true.
Now Jack he listened carefully out of respect
To the poor little froggy as she raised her head.
He told her that he needed much more time to reflect,
For he wanted to write code much more than to be wed.
Oh Jack if you kiss me I shall be your slave,
For underneath this leather skin a princess lies.
I’ll wash and cook and iron for you right to your grave,
And I’ll always do my best for you in every wise.
By now Jack had lost interest in all of this.
He told the poor froggy it was time to go.
His head was full of binary, no time to kiss,
And the coding was important as she ought to know.
So Jack he just set off down the road once more,
But soon he turned around again to pick her up,
And as he stooped to lift her up her hopes did soar,
But he put her in his pocket and he zipped it up.
Now poor little froggy she was sore perplexed.
She did not understand at all so called his name:
Oh Jack will you tell me what will happen next?
You did not want to marry me, so what’s the game?
Now Jack knew for sure a wife was not for him
So he excused himself to her with: I’m no fool.
A man like me likes coding and to keep himself in trim,
But a talking frog is something else, it’s very cool.
With thanks to Andrew North