The Skin Graft Man Won't Get You

Now that I've got this new-found power, I'll post a picture:



This is the picture on which my tattoo is based. Oh Jack, My Jack. Alrighty, I'll quit with the pictures now...

Have you seen Jack-In-The-Green?
With his long tail hanging down.
He quietly sits under every tree
in the folds of his velvet gown.
He drinks from the empty acorn cup
the dew that dawn sweetly bestows.
And taps his cane upon the ground
signals the snowdrops it's time to grow.