"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."