They told us the news this Friday noon
That her desk was empty, much too soon
said, tomorrow theyd take her to stone
And that the reasons were still unknown
She was a good girl, got good grades in school
Was well behaved and wasn't ever rude
What took her would never be found
She had buried it deep and covered it around
I don't see her when I enter the same old class
She was always on 2nd bench from last
Doing her thing, drawing a doodle too good
There was not much to see in her mood
Must be a proletarian, I had thought
Cuz so was I, just not so lost
All the conversation I had was 'hello Miss"
"Hello, Mr." She said. " Drop the miss, if you please"
That was all I ever said, I regret it now
I don't know why but I miss her somehow.