Sweet Lilly
Mother a crow
Stifled her daughter
Would not
Let her grow.

Lilly wanted
To blossom
And become
A star
She killed
The crow
Now can’t
Go far.

In her cell
They gave her
A quill
She’s doing
Life in Pentonville.

She became
A writer of
Many a yarn
She wrote the
Story of the
Old empty barn.

There was nothing
In it.