“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.”
I was Jack
of that nursery rhyme,
I trusted Jill
and that was my crime,
I was sure
when walking up to the top,
She is going
to hold me, if I ever drop,
But it was a
myth, because she never will,
As I came
tumbling down that hill.
“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.”
I was Jack
of that funny rhyme,
I trusted Jill
and that was my crime,
I saw them
lay my body down in grave,
I waited for
the tears she had saved,
But it was a
myth, she was running dry,
Out in a
distance, I heard a wolf cry,
No one did
know, no one could see,
Only I heard
my bones crumbling,
No one will
ask, no one will know,
How I slipped
and came down tumbling.
“Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water.
Jack was dead and Jill came down,
Rolling down with laughter.”
