This tale that I tell, was plucked from the very
shelves, that fill the library of hell.
It's horrid, it's wretched, it's unfair as can be.
It may seem unreal, to the likes of you and me.
Your tedious life, with its worries and strife's,
Will seem like a breeze,
once I tell u the tale, of the girl with hair of RED and BLACK STRIPES.
This young maiden I speak of, whose name I can't right recall,
story begins in the middle of fall.
In a little quaint village, not far from the shore
This beautiful young maiden, tired of her plain, and simple life,
was longing for more.
Her life, as she view was as simple as can be; wake up, work a job,
and pretend to be happy.
