Jack Sprat

Jack sprat went up the hill
His wife was sick
He made her ill
For a damsel who distressed
For the way she moved
For the way she dressed
Though what was waiting up that slope
Something that kills
And his wife was in hope
As she listened to his piercing shrills

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