It began to rain, so Jack kissed Jill.
Happily, they rolled on the wet ground,
doing more than kissing with laughter.

With two buckets full, and bodies, too,
they left the hill with merry chatter.
Jack slipped on the slippery slope,
fell, broke his crown, with Jill tumbling after.

At the bottom, Jill called for help,
with their empty buckets and disaster.
Three months past, and Jack recovered,
while Jill seemed to grow a bit fatter.

Nine months past; Jill could no longer go,
up the hill to fetch a pail of water.
Jack had to do that task twice each day,
only to return to coo at his daughter.