David Hines (hradzka) wrote,
David Hines
hradzka

APED: "the dead girl's song"

One little dead girl sitting by the tree,
hey, hey, a lonely-o,
waiting for a friend, as patient as can be,
soon no more a lonely-o.

One little live girl skipping up the lane,
hey, hey, a lonely-o,
said the little dead girl, "Won't you come and play?"
soon no more a lonely-o.

"O," said the live girl, "I must be getting on,"
hey, hey, a lonely-o,
"there's so much work since my mother passed on,"
soon no more a lonely-o.

"O," said the dead girl, "stay a while with me,"
hey, hey, a lonely-o,
"they'll get along without you, you'll see,"
soon no more a lonely-o.

The dead girl sang a song of merry dead games,
hey, hey, a lonely-o,
and she lied, o she lied, but she sang just the same,
soon no more a lonely-o.

The live girl listened and then sang right along,
hey, hey, a lonely-o,
but you don't live long when you sing the dead's song,
soon no more a lonely-o.

Two little dead girls sitting by the tree,
hey, hey, a lonely-o,
they're waiting for a third and it could be you or me,
soon no more a lonely-o.
Tags: a poem every day
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