There once a pair named Jack and Jill
And together they went up a hill.
—Presumably to get some whisky
—But then then started getting frisky.
Then Jack fell down and broke his head
And they tumbled down and went to bed.
—Said Jack, 'You know for me what's best
—And afterwards we'll get some rest.'
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