The girl is gone; from what, I do not know.
She sold the sweets and then her job was done.
It seems there was a constant undertow,
And now she may rest in the soothing sun.

With tangled hair and feet as large as tanks,
The scout had yelled at everyone with glee
And not a single word escaped but “Thanks.”
It now seems strange without her company.

The bear lay on the floor with ears alert,
A serenade of “Blowin’ in the Wind”
With hopes that it would sooth the searing hurt.
It didn’t work, but still, to see that grin.

The beans must now take on her lazy throne,
“Without this girl, we never would have grown.”