A nursery rhyme:
Jack Sprat could eat no fat;
His wife could eat no lean,
And so betwixt them both,
They licked the platter clean.
It's just the tale of jack sprat, my son, over again; only your little fancy's neether lean nor fat, but monkey-nuts!
jack sprat might incite pleasant ridicule, but jack sprat's wife—lo!
There stood jack sprat himself, leaning against the sty, watching his pig eat his dinner.
"You have brought me luck," said little jack sprat, turning to Puss.
“jack sprat,” mournfully suggested Dick through the cloud of his misery.
"What luck you have brought me," said little jack sprat, but Puss was as much surprised as he.