Jill’s been waiting on a hill for long as she remembers—
She’s cold and all alone in this last week before November.
Jack is walking by and finds this aforementioned hill;
He decides to make the climb and that’s when he meets Jill.
Jack is nothing special, but there’s something in his eyes—
Jill is something special, but it’s never realized.
Nonetheless, Jack thinks that maybe this hill could be home—
He grins at Jill, and she forgets she was ever alone.
They kid around until they’re tired of their own jokiness—
He loves how her laugh bubbles out with every word he says.
Each time his gaze darts toward her, she sees and can’t help but wonder
If he, too, might be falling for this spell she’s been put under.
But one day Jack decides that it’d be best if he returned—
His friends are waiting down below and surely they’re concerned.
Jill, crossing her arms, is forced to swallow down her pride—
She turns her face away from him so he won’t see her cry.
Jack leaves the hill, but so does Jill—the latter in a huff;
She tromps her way down to the ground, cursing her own bad luck.
She hopes that she won’t ever find someone like Jack again—
A boy who seems so perfect but who’ll break her in the end.
Meanwhile, Jack forgot to fetch that damned old pail of water—
He climbs the hill just like he did the first day that he saw her.
Jill is at the bottom while she watches it with glee:
Jack falls down and there’s no one who’s as broken as he.