What a bright little child,
She was, she was.
How I rocked her in my arms,
Still she died for no cause.

A perfect small girl,
In a red dress, she wore.
A beautiful big smile,
That was on her face, yet more.

As the angel of death has approached,
And laid his fingers gently on her lips in theft,
She had breathed her last little breath,
And from her earthly body to the heavens she left.