TheA sinister sneer across his face
There once was a girl with skin so fare
With a black bow upon her hair
The bow was all taht they found'
On the sad day that she was drowned
In a pine box, buried in the woods
Above the grave the culprit stood
There will never be a case
A rotting corpse underneath the ground
A now dead girl they never found
Her bow still stands alive and well
That's where she was drowned isn't that swell?
Of course that shan't be too swell
She was simply thrown down a well
A bucket pulled her up to see
The light of day and what would never be
