 The Real Story Of Humpity Dumpity I hiked up the steep hill; you know the hill. Where Jack and Jill, fell down the hill. I thought God would be standing there; what a thrill. I found Humpity Dumpity, they fought and killed. I stood still,looking at scrambled brown egg still; where the sun still scorches the his edges still. I saw his wall where he took his awful fall. He was a big stinker, what a crack-up as he laid still He filled my heart when young, his head had no fuzz, it looked quit ill. His laughter once felled the air with his skill. I scooped him up laying him away from the anthill. I stood still looking at poor scrambled brown egg,it gave me chills where the sun scorched the edges still. I saw his wall where he took his awful fall. It was strange, for he seemed so real. alive with laughter to light up my life, surreal I found the pail from Jack and Jill. Filled it with water from a deep, deep well. Taking it back up the steep, steep hill I had to stop for my energy pill. Thinking about poor Jack and Jill. I came to the conclusion, at will It was Humpity who pushed Jack and Jill down the steep hill. Wow, No wonder the Kings and horses had him killed. © Peggy 1-26-06-revised 10-10-07 |
