This Little One
As she sat in her room to cry
She would slice open all her stuffies
Just so she could watch them die
and after all their life was leached away
She would flip the knife and try in vain
To keep her doubtful demons at bay
Each time she goes to the one called mother
and says "I tripped again, I'm sorry"
So she called mother would respond with laughter
"Klumsy child, you can't really be mine!"
She'd drunkinly exclaim again
and the little one would go back to her tine
Everynight this macabre story went on and on
Until the night little one did not come from her room
The next day, when she was found all gone
The stuffies murders littered throughout this scene
All drunken red, an end to this sad dream.
As she sat in her room to cry
She would slice open all her stuffies
Just so she could watch them die
and after all their life was leached away
She would flip the knife and try in vain
To keep her doubtful demons at bay
Each time she goes to the one called mother
and says "I tripped again, I'm sorry"
So she called mother would respond with laughter
"Klumsy child, you can't really be mine!"
She'd drunkinly exclaim again
and the little one would go back to her tine
Everynight this macabre story went on and on
Until the night little one did not come from her room
The next day, when she was found all gone
The stuffies murders littered throughout this scene
All drunken red, an end to this sad dream.
