She Used A Gun To Kill Him Dead,

Then Threw Herself Upon The Bed.

She Wept All Night And Through The Day,

She Thought She Did It The Wrong Way.

She Dug A Hole Just So Deep,

Putting Him Down She Did So Weep.

She Is Depressed But She Did It Still,

Now She Sits In Her Window-Sill.

A Window-Sill Up Oh So High,

Thinking She Might Be Able To Fly.

If She Only Would Jump It Would All Fade,

She Would Fall Right Into Her Garden Spade.

She Takes One Step And Then Another,

And She Prays A Prayer To Her Mother.

She Whirls Down, Down, And Down,

And Hits The Ground Without A Sound.

She Lays There All Cold And Still,

Because She Jumped From Her Window-Sill.
 
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