Skinny Jimmy lives in a shack
Ceiling so low, he lays on his back
His drafty front door is marked with a “J”
Just off the track, up Middlepoint way.
He lives all alone, the people rush by
Never stop in for pickles or pie
No space for a yard or hitchin’ a horse
His secret location is written in Morse.
So the “J” is the key
That’s all you get
Jacalathecroc’s
Best ‘J’eocache yet!
Gnxr fbzr bkltra naq ybbx nebhaq.