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A fellow known as Billy,
was living on a hill. He
had something of a skill. He
would ski to get a thrill. He
went skiing one day till he
had something of a spill. He
went plummeting downhill. He
was screaming sort of shrilly,
and tumbling until he
at last was lying still. He
was looking rather ill. He
was green around the gill. He
was also rather chilly,
but couldn’t get his fill. He
went right back up the hill. He
is skiing up there still. He
may seem a little silly,
but that’s what happened.