Fountain Of Youth:

That poor little dry well
At the top of the hill,
That's always climbed
By Jack and Jill.

A half pail of water
To quench our thirst,
Just that right amount
To help us finish first.

Oh poor little Jack
And poor little Jill,
It's a really long way
Straight up that hill.

They take to a run
Nearly hand in hand,
Right up that hill
The lay of the land.

When they hit the top
They take alittle taste,
Then back down the hill
There's no time to waste.

For that next little sip
That does the body good,
From the only drinking hole
In the whole neighborhood.