A set of twins walking up a hill

Through the graveyard they get a chill

A pale for water set in hand

At the top they wish to stand

Up they pound

A monstrous mound

They hear a scream

And flood the scene

Down again with still no water

To go back up and be a brave daughter

One more shot the son will travel

Gripping his shoes in the gravel

As they climb they chant a rhyme

With their hearts keeping time

At the top they fill up

Now back down they proudly strut

Goal is done

Battle is won

Jack and Jill; daughter and son

Now to go home they take off in a run