Jack and Jill ran up the hill
from their abusive father
They tried but they could never be
His perfect son and daughter
Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quick!
He's warming up his knuckles
And as he's gaining, around the world
you can hear his chuckles
Jill, you must keep running fast
I know your eyes are puffy
But if he catches up he'll crack
Your bones like Humpty Dumpty
Jack and Jill ran up the hill
Just begging for some mercy
Their childhood was never like
The rhyme they told in the nursery.
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