Jack and Jill went up the 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 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.”