There was a cute little girl,
Who want to fly like a bird;

She had a mom,
Who was a don;

And also a dad,
A young sweet lad;

Her mom wont allow,
To roam in the fallow;

And force her to drink,
A glass full of milk;

She felt a great anguish,
And wanted her to vanish;

Her dad made a deal,
If she had her meal

He would always keep
Her mom in sound sleep;

But her mom was always there,
Ready to chide her,

Brisk and wide awake,
With milk and corn flake;