Jess and Jill are pretty girls, Plump and well to do,In a cloud of windy curls: Yet I know whoLoves me more than curls or pearls.
I'm not pretty, not a bit-- Thin and sallow-pale;When I trudge along the street I don't need a veil:Yet I have one fancy hit.
Jess and Jill can trill and sing With a flute-like voice,Dance as light as bird on wing, Laugh for careless joys:Yet it's I who wear the ring.
Jess and Jill will mate some day, Surely, surely:Ripen on to June through May,While the sun shines make their hay, Slacken steps demurely:Yet even there I lead the way.