She minds her little sister Babysitting in the woods Flowers bunched up in her hand, primroses perhaps Devoutly kneeling, she offers them to the child As hair flows down her back A long blonde waterfall
The child with open arms Learns how to receive And how to give
In a corner a written plea Take me now for twenty quid Reduced from twenty five
Unloved, unvalued even for the frame Now rescued from indignity And lifted from the skip