February 10, 2006


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.

Then Jack arose and blew his nose
And said to Jill, unsmiling,
“You are not hurt. Brush off that dirt.
We must return to climbing.”

Said Jill to Jack, “I hurt my rack
And lost a shoe while falling.
As though you care, you clumsy bear.”
And then she sat there bawling.

Jack took her hand and toed the sand
And told her that he loved her.
“Was it the left?” he asked, bereft.
“Or did you hurt the other?”

“I hurt them both, you stupid oaf;
Our fall was quite a bad one.
At least your crown came tumbling down;
I don’t know why you had one.”