The little ******* the side of the road
Her shawl covering her face
She called and whooped for mother
Asking when was supper
I went to her and we talked
She asked me where was mother
She said she heard a scream
And something red on the floor
She said her papa was mean
I then knew what she meant and started to cry
I told her that mother was gone
She started to sob by my side
There we lay at the side of the road
Crying