May 14, 2009
Walking down the street with my umbrella
To protect me from the rain;
Little girl who thinks she’s Cinderella
She is walking with a cane;
Not knowing of the disease
That is within her blood;
She’s continuing to sneeze
She is covered in mud;
Falling to the ground
Seeking some help;
She looks all around
Making a yelp;

I walk on over
Put my hand on her shoulder
And offer her my umbrella.

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