A sweet little child

Who never wants to grow

She will never be riled

By the seed she'd never sow

Who never wants to grow

Yon child in a hearse

By the seed she'd never sow

Comes a sad poet's verse

Yon child in a hearse

Undeserving of her cold

Comes a sad poet's verse

That cannot be consoled

Undeserving of her cold

The little spark of hope

That cannot be consoled

Is left only to mope

The little spark of hope

A sweet little child

Is left only to mope

She will never be riled