Nursery rhyme mayhem. AH
Jack and Jill ran up the hill (for what I don’t remember)
I’ve heard about these pails and such (I know it was December)
They had a bitter rivalry, never seen before
They fought over every task; both knew they could do more
I think they said Jack fell; his crown was an awful mush
As sure footed as he was, I picture a little push
They say Jill tumbled right on by, after this poor soul
I think she might have shoved too hard. Slipped, and then did role
The moral of the story, just so that you know.
While ending an old rivalry, don't slip in the snow.
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