Jess and Jill are pretty girls, Plump and well to do, In a cloud of windy curls: Yet I know who Loves me more than curls or pearls. I`m not pretty, not a bit— Thin and sallow-pale; When I trudge along the street I don`t need a veil: Yet I have one fancy hit. Jess and Jill can trill and sing With a flute-like voice, Dance as light as bird on wing, Laugh for careless joys: Yet it`s I who wear the ring. Jess and Jill will mate some day, Surely, surely: Ripen on to June through May, While the sun shines make their hay, Slacken steps demurely: Yet even there I lead the way.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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