Happy Hill

Jack and Jill

Went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water

On the hill so high

The spring was dry

As the Sun grew hot and hotter

The trees were crying

The grass was drying

And the flowers refused to bloom

The birds had gone

The bees had flown

And the hill was under a spell of gloom

Both came down

Striking their crown

As they told their sordid tale

No longer free

The neighbours did agree

Now water was up only for sale

The day is not far

When on water we shall spar

But we still have some time

Rain we must harvest

Every drop we must nest

And make wasting water a crime

For posterity we must leave

Enough they should receive

Ponds full and flowing springs

A happy hill

Is the best gift to will

With birds full of joy flying on their wings