Ode to the Jump-O-Lene

Jump-O-Lene, oh Jump-O-Lene, what fun it was to jump.
We'd jump alone. . .

or jump together, launghing all the while.

But, injuries of small or big were always your downfall. From sprained (or broken?) fingers, to bumped heads and smushed backends. Finally you burst your seams - and to the garbage you did land.