More To Jack and Jill
Jack and Jill,
Went up the hill,
To fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down,
And broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.
We all know,
There’s more to go,
About this well disaster.
Jack got home,
Started to moan,
Went to see Doc McMaster.
Well ole doc,
Looked at the clock,
Said the store’s open uptown.
So he wrote,
Jack out a note,
Told him, “these will fix your crown.”
Mom found out,
When Jack went out,
He was with that **** Jill Brown.
Jack got home,
Mom wasn’t alone,
She said son set your ass down.
This man here,
Is preacher Greer,
He has some questions for you.
If you’ve been,
Playing again,
There’s only one thing to do.
Jack and Jill,
Stayed wed until,
Their fourteenth child was brand new.
Jack was quick,
Got in his buick,
Left Jill living in a shoe.
The next time,
A hill you climb,
Just make the right selection.
If you go,
You need to know,
Use some kind of protection.
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