My maternal grandfather loved kids and used to entertain us with stories, but when he grew weary of the acting - for he told his stories with great fervor - he'd head us off with a very short story:
I'll tell you a storyBut his ruse never worked, for we then wanted more stories about Jack-a-Nori! Incidentally, only yesterday did I find out where Grandpa learned this little rhyme: From Mother Goose!
And now my story's begun.
I'll tell you another
about his brother:
And now my story's done.