A little girl,
With thick black hair,
Framing her wide, innocent face,
Framing her sad, slanting eyes,
Of the prettiest dark brown hue.
Her lips are full,
Her mouth trembles,
She cries out, in the night,
In a room full girls like her,
Cries for the mother,
That abandoned her here,
In this dreadful place,
With rags for clothes,
And next to nothing for breakfast,
With no one to hold her,
And comfort her, too,
No one to kiss her goodnight,
No one to embrace her with love,
Just a mother and father,
To say goodbye,
To leave her here,
Because she was a little girl,
A wonderful, loveable, marvelous little girl.