The Men and the Girl

The rain as it falls on a drought stricken county

brings fourth the fruit that's plenty and bounty.

The little girl skips.

The little girl frolics.

The men sitting with their bottles are raging alcoholics.

"More fruit for the wine!" They'd yell

The little girl looked back.

The little girl fell.

She tumbled, she rolled....

till she hit a rock cold.

The men kept drinking

there brains kept shrinking.

The mother came about,

from afar she did shout.

"The girl she is dead!"

"The girl, she hit her head!"

Weeping with tears

and puffy eyes and red ears...

The men soon stopped drinking

and sat on their chairs sleeping.

The girl lay lifeless all dirty and pale

inside her hand was a bottle of wheat ale.

Had she taken a drink?

Did her pupils shrink?

Alas no one would know,

and now she is but an angel;

her eyes still a glow.