Jack and Jill

Jill and Jack,
Brought some fresh bread back,
From the Bakery of Dean O' Nell,

"Say Jack, do you fancy a game?"
"Yes, Jill, that would be swell."

So they balled up their fists and pounded hard,
You could hear them across the bouvelard,
The tense outlook of those tiny hands,
Only a child could understand,

"Just one game, then that is it."
Said Jack as the boy tensed a bit,
Sweat beads rolled across their brows,
How do you play it anyhow?

First you think of what you should block,
Paper scissors, and even rock,
Then you choose the one you favor,
To put out that rock, scissors, or paper.

Jack and Jill were choosing one,
The ultimate beat-them-all weapon,
And wouldn't you know, it was actually fun,
To see both children holding a gun.

The children wiped the sweat from their heads,
And agreed to retreat into their beds,
But Mommy had one more chore to offer,
"Fetch us another pail of water."