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  • Jack and Jill went up the hill
    One chilly winter’s night.
    Along the dark they crossed the park
    With not a soul in sight.

    Once on the hill, Jack turned to Jill
    And said ‘You are my life,
    Content I’ll be if you’ll agree
    To be my future wife.’

    Now you can bet Jill’s hard to get
    For there are none who doubt it.
    She blinked her eyes with mild surprise
    And said; ‘I’ll think about it.’

    Just then the night produced a fright:
    A sudden bolt of thunder.
    It split the skies before their eyes
    And tore the ground asunder.

    There then appeared a greatly feared
    And giant human figure.
    I do believe none could conceive
    A nightmare that was bigger.

    Most unnerved to be observed
    And hear that dreadful laughter,
    Jack tripped and fell into a well
    And Jill came tumbling after.
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