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.