[cup of cocoa]

There's a little kitty,
walking up the hill,
with a silly smile on her face.
Her name was Jill.

She tumbled down,
when she reached the top.
She rolled and rolled,
but then she got caught.

She rolled into a well,
and she cried all day.
When she caught out,
she was filled with dismay.

And that is why,
she doesn't roll down a hill.
Because of her story.
The story of the cat named Jill.