Madeline

In an old house in Paris, covered in vines

lived a girl by the name of Madeline

She was not afraid of spiders or mice

Madeline loved winter, snow and ice

She watched from her window, onto the street below

The soldiers and the ladies stopped to say hello

They asked for her pleasure, be it whiskey or plain

But there's no need for drink to take away that kind of pain

And in the middle of the night, Madeline would reach for her bedside light

Saying something is not right.

And wearing a face as pale as ash

she'd sit and watch the raindrops fall and splash

Then she would turn to rest once more

And like all good children watch no more