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Hello, my name is Jill.
As you know, I just rolled down a hill.
My mama’s not happy,
And neither’s my pappy.
I am making them feel quite ill.

They say, “Dear Jill, please act proper.
Don’t act like a dirty old pauper.
Dear Jill, please try,
If you don’t we shall cry.”
So I try to act improper.

I’m sure that they’re sorry they raised me,
For their begging has really not fazed me.
I stand still as a rock,
Ignoring their talk…
“Shut up or I swear I’ll go crazy!”