Little Girl May

Little Girl May as sweet as can be
She was born into poverty
Her mom could not make enough money
The sky was dark, anti-sunny
Drop at the orphanage, in a wicker basket
Should have been a wicker casket
Little Girl May, simply known as Little Girl May
Had a friend named Little Boy Jay
Together they played, day and night
Never had an argument, conflict, or fight
Saying the weren’t bored would make me liar
But soon they found the joy of fire
Lets just say it did not end great
What a terrible, horrible, unforgiving fate.
That part really saddened me
All I can say R. I. P.
Thats all I have to say
And that ends the story of Little Girl May

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