Like the whip of wild lightning, no sharper than a tack on your thumb, if you've been a naughty boy Ole' jackie will surely come, it doesnt matter if your scared he doesnt care if you're afraid he wont stop chasing you until your foreskin is in his gaze, you can see him in your window when your sleeping, feel his breath on your neck when your awake, his only desire is to catch you and wear your foreskin like a Cape, you can tell your parents, go sobbing to your mom but Ole' jackie boy's always watching and soon your turn will come, you can pray to your god to try to keep the beast at bay but come the 7th day Jackie will have his say, and with his wicked machinations he will hold you down with the weight of a car, like laser precision he'll extract your foreskin into his jar, the lazer reflecting off his goggles and grotesque demon face, ole jackie boy begins to chuckle and bellows a liquid paste, and with the blink of an eye dispersed like a cloud, bloodied and scarred the poor child lay, fearing that ole jackie boy would come another day, so fret not can you hear the creeks? Its ole Jackie boy under your sheets