Mourning Lass

Feb 29, 2008 - 09:45 AM PST

Crying in the winter cold
For never doing what I'm told
These things will never come to pass
For one poor tortured lass
Fair she was until that day
When once we asked if she could play
And at the waters edge we found
That the poor lass had fallen a drowned
To this day we know not the cause
But still we always mourn the loss