"Now don't you tell," they warned her,
Don't say a single word;"
"Why would they want to harm me,"
wondered this little girl.
~
"Just do as you are told,"
they warned her once again;
"Perhaps our little playtime,
won't ever have to end?
~
If you are a good girl,
we'll buy you some ice cream;"
The thought disgusted her so much,
she just wanted to scream.
~
They did things to this child,
that she didn't understand;
She was at the mercy,
of their freely, roaming hands.
~
They stole away her innocence,
her trust and childhood;
And as they left her bedroom,
They said, "Playtime was good."