Poor dear :D

Abigail Janice Marie,
Oh the poor dear,
Sat in a tree,
Looked out at the peer,

And watched the boats sail by.
I walked by and saw
One tear fall. And heard one little cry.

There was a splash.
A puddle
 a crash.
And then Abby was in a fuddle.

Because the poor dear knew not how to swim.

You see Abby Marie was a bit dim,
And as tiny as a 
Pin.
And as she leaned of the edge
She.. Fell right in!

:3