Your Heroine on the Hill

Some call me Jill, a jealous kid I write rhymes for you to read I’m Jack’s bosom friend Our friendship has no end. I’m not jealous at all I save him in every fall Like the incident on the hill I’m strong to work on a treadmill. I always remind Jack to be nimble With smiles showing my dimple I go with his wife once in a while To share my healthy life’s style. I give him pie every Christmas And say, "You are loved by Jesus" While pulling its plum with joy He says, "Jesus, I’m a good boy."