you don’t know Jack

while strolling the hills of Scotland
with my old friend Johnnie Walker
was hard to get a word edge wise
cause Johnnie’s such a talker

someone arose mid conversation
i asked “do you know Jack”
he shook his head and told me
to Canada i should go back

the Canadian Club i did return
to find another caulker
though no relation to my friend Johnnie
his name was Hiram Walker

again i did address
explaining info i did lack
my friend Hiram, might you help me out
please tell me, “do you know Jack “

go east young man to New York
a town called Sayville West
there lives a girl who claims
that she know’s Jack the best

girl’s name is Cheryl
blonde and cute
hung with him in her youth

i heard it said
she tells the tales
though sometimes long in tooth

glory days, in bars round town
on stools or shooting pool
the both of them were very close
she often played the fool

their paths did split
to much of him
she never did look back

but i bet
you seek him out
you’ll find that one called Jack

Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards