Little Girl

There was a little girl
She was different from the rest
When no one was around
She sat in her best

When she was at school
People used to laugh at her
At the way she'd talk about
Living in a bath.

As she grew up
The little girl never changed
Many used to warn
"She's deranged! She's deranged!"

This little girl
Isolated herself everyday
But would call out
"May! I love May!"

Now this little girl
Is beginning to grow old
And she still walks around
In her own little world.