Jack and Jill went up the hill to run from the mob.
Jack was killed and the country stilled.
And Jill followed as was her job.
The mob did cheer, for they no longer had to live in fear,
No more cake!
The evil king and queen were dead, both with a missing head
And no more riches would they take.
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