Jack and Jill ran up the hill
from their abusive father
They tried but they could never be, his perfect son and daughter.
Jack, be nimble, Jack be quick!
He's warming up his knuckles
And as he's gaining ground the world can hear his manic chuckles.
Jill, you must keep running fast
I know your eyes are puffy
But, if he catches you he'll break your bones like humpty dumpty.
Jack and Jill ran up the hill
Just begging for some mercy
their childhood was never like
the rhyme told in the nursery.
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