Industrial Espionage - Pleased To Meet You Lyrics

This is Jack from up the hill
He cannot speak, he can't sit still
Both his folks are very ill
There is no magic fairy pill
He wants to run across the lake
In search for food he needs to bake
My friend, pleased to meet you

This is Jane at number four
She has to slide around the floor
She says he back is very sore
It's quiet hard to reach that door
But if she could just touch the sky
It would make the heavens cry
My friend, pleased to meet you