Jack and Jill jogged up the hill,
Their breath came faster and faster.
Before the top they made a stop,
Narrowly averting a myocardial disaster.
Jack tried to be nimble,
He tried to be quick;
He shot hoops with young guys
And ruptured a disc.
Oh where, Oh where
Has my estrogen gone?
Oh where, Oh where
Can it be?
I was once young and fair,
Now I sprout facial hair,
Oh hormones please
Come back to me.
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Graf Jesus Maria Zenon y Los Lobos von Owtza und zu Sucha-Bez-Kicka y Muchos Gracias Zawieszona
