Little Tommy Jenkins loved to play.

In-fact he’d run around and do it all day.

His mother would call: ‘Tom! Calm down!’

But he wouldn’t stop – no! He’d just frown!

His Mum once gave him a seed for a plant

‘But Mum, it’s boring, I really just can’t!’

Yes, Tommy found it completely boring,

Even just thinking about it would send him snoring!

But he wanted to play the fool again,

So he tiptoed quietly to his den,

Picked up the seed and through it far,

And he smiled and shouted ‘Ha, Ha, Ha!’

So when Tommy was napping – a fool was he,

‘Cos someone had stole his mp3!

‘Fi, Fum, Fo, Fee,

Who has nicked this thing from me?’

Then he saw his headphone socket,

But had it fallen from his pocket?

No ‘cos it was away in the mud,

If it had fallen it would have gone THUD!

The plant was where it had been found,

A few centre metres next to it – on the ground!

It was only the headphones that lay there,

Where was the Ipod’s small music square?

Then he saw the gaping hole,

About the width of a little mole.

Within a flash he’d begun to dig,

Grunting and sniffing like a pig

Afterwards he began to climb,

The forgotten plants tall, thin vine.

He went through the hole – down, down, down,

Until he could look down and see the frown

Of the minute boy who had an axe in his hand,

Who was about to chop the little plants frond!

Which sent Tommy sprawling down and down!

It made him feel just like a clown.

And he landed with a big, fat bang,

Listening as the tiny boy sang,

‘I killed the giant!’

‘With this axe!’

“Well done Jack!” said his Mum, “Now we don’t have to sell the cow!”