Standing beside the poor woman stood,
Her little bundle of joy; merely two or three
The woman was a lean, mean fighting machine,
Who took on the world with glee
But now the only glee that stood was vested in her boy
Who needed it since he had the Pessimists' eye
The woman now on dire straits;
Decided to sell the boy; merely two or three
Its amazing how hunger can drive a person
to trade the apple of their eye
For an ounce of grain which won't even last their life
The son confused as to why he had to leave his mother at this time of night,
Went to have a drink at a nearby well and fell and fell and fell
Slowly he began to drown and his mother desprately tried to reel him in
When all of a sudden she too fell and fell and fell
As the water hit her sickly face
She thought " I am an utter disgrace"
What kind of mother abandons their child
To the world at large without some advice?
But alas! the moment was gone and she drowned and drowned
Child in arms, like a pathetic urchin she truely was
Saying goodbye to the world
Never to be remembered
and alaways forgotten
