The Innocent Child

A child in the prison cried for fare,

To fill his bare belly with the food;

And an inmate spread strawberry, 

With a spiteful smile set on his face;

And it lured the dying child in dark,

But in vain, he was in pain; oh pale

And he prayed to the God, Oh Lord;

To save his soul, from shade of loss,

In paradise, when the snivel heard,

Dear Lord swept his tears away…