When Jack and Jill went up that hill,
They dallied for a while
And some believe they shared a thrill,
Returning with a smile...
Some say that Jill's quite pregnant now,
But proof's not there to see,
I guess we'll have to wait somehow,
It's no good asking me...
I wasn't one to snoop and pry
About a private task,
Nor brave enough to question why,
That's something I'd not ask...
But I suspect that Jack's a cad
And Jill's a girl who's dumb
And soon, we'll see, that Jack's the Dad
And Jill's tum makes her Mum!
Denis Martindale July 2016.
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