A Jill Nursery Rhyme
Did you read about me going up a hill,
that was with Jack not with Bill.
Guess you know my drill,
"Jack and Jill" sure had a big thrill.
My dear friend "Little Jack Horner,"
loved sitting in the corner.
I wanted to be outside but he was a mourner,
he would also read about being a foreigner.
"Jack Be Nimble" was sure quick,
our fun neighbor was never sick.
Pretty candles he did pick,
jumping high over the lit wick.
"Jack Sprat" and his wife,
she carried a big knife.
He had no fat in his life,
she had only lean with strife.
Hope you have enjoyed reading about me,
I am Jill and I want to be set free.
Yes, on that hill I hurt my knee,
that fall made me pee.
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