There was a small town named Igglepop,
Surrounded by hills so green.
A church stood in the center of town,
With the trees and gardens of beans.
One bright sunny more when the birds sang
And the sky was bluer than blue,
Jack, Jack and Jill went for a walk;
Anxious for something to do.
“Let’s climb the hill,” Jack said to the others.
“It’s such a nice day, you see.”
So Jack, Jack, and Jill started down at the bottom
And hiked up the hill, past a tree.
They carried a stick to help them along
As the hill was steep as can be.
Jill ran ahead with Jack right behind.
“Wait up!” Jack said. “Wait for me.”
When they reached the top of the hill so steep
They sat in the shade of an oak,
Looking down on Igglepop, their small town,
Listening to birds sing and a frog’s deep croak.
All day long they watched from above.
The people in the town looked like ants.
Jack looked down at his legs and screamed,
“OH NO! I’ve torn a hole in my pants.”
They had to leave and go back down
So Jill ran as fast as she could.
Jack and Jack couldn’t keep up with her,
Since they used canes of strong wood.
As the sun set that night in Igglepop
The two Jacks finally made it back home.
Jill was waiting for them and let out a sigh.
“Next time we had better go to ROME.”
“You’re much too slow for me,” she said;
“I’d rather walk with a snail.”
Jack and Jack thought for a while and said,
“Next time you can carry water in a pail.”