That lonely little soul 🥲

Though she was such a lonely soul so nobody had cried

And that mossy grass was green with the graves cockeyed

Where those ghosts from her old folks lay silenced amidst the quiet countryside..

So she was buried on a rainy Tuesday morning without any fuss or a wake

Just as that early Cockerel was calling out his croaking crowing name sake

As all the local habitants lay in slumberland on that dusky, damp daybreak

In fact not a single soul suffered this little ladies loss nor felt any hurting heartache..

Coz this poor little soul lived her latter life as an invisible recluse

Completely hiding from humanity just like that lone, lost hillside white Spruce

And she liked her tipples bordering on alcohol abuse