Poor Little Girls

He was thirty, and he was sick.
It was the young that he liked to pick.
He'd sit in his van, all day long.
It was an old, twisted song.
See, he was perfectly healthy, but not in the mind.
It was girls, no older than ten, he sought to find.
Yes, he was sick in the head.
And so many people want him dead.
He abducts those poor children.
And then he does something real vile, he rapes them.
Poor little girls, it's no longer safe.
Poor little girls, need their own world, their own place.
Poor little girls, they'd be safer in outer space.
There are so many of them, different races, shapes and sizes.
But he sees them all as is prize.
It's disturbing, yes, that is true.
But look at the world, for what it truly is, and I'll prove to you,
This world is cold and blue.