Jack and Jill, went up the hill,
Together they fetched water,
Jack fell down, and did he frown,
And Jill came tumbling after.

Down the hill, he remembered Bill,
With Jill he did fetch water,
Behind the trees, Bill got for free
Cuming she’d scream like a mad-hatter.

Taught by Bill, how to fill,
Her skirts he lifted faster,
Oh the mound, he wanted to pound,
He laid her like does his master.

In the chill, butt out the twill,
Tonight he will be the spanker,
To lose his cherry, he wanted very,
Tonight he won’t be the wanker.

Went for the kill, with all his will,
As fast as he could caper,
In and out pump, he did his lump,
But he didn’t use a rubber.

‘Alas,’ screamed Jill, ‘I’m not on the pill’
Oh Gawd I can’t be a father
If quick I hide, time I will bide
Until she becomes a mother.

To hide from Bill, he forgets until,
But who will fetch the water,
The sheep I mind, the crops I find,
The evidence to hide until after.

Looking gill, must hide from Bill,
Afraid to be the crapper,
Home he dashed, in vinegar he washed,
And stuffed it in a brown paper.
 

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