I came across
Jack and Jill,
realising the bitter pill,
I'd swallowed.
So I climbed up the hill,
Where there must have been
a hundred children playing.
After a unknown time,
it occurred to me,
That I was one of them.
Suddenly remembering,
Jack's broken head,
had he been taken by the left leg?
I walked a crooked mile,
Simple Simon style,
the moon shined as bright as day
and the birds in the air fell a sighing and a sobbing,
it was time
I closed this old dusty book.