Anna Fell Down a Flight of Stairs
Anna was walking late one night,
Hunting for some food to bite
But she fell down a simple flight
Of stairs that truly were a sight
They found Anna the following day,
She was lying there, cold and grey
Her pulse was gone, to their dismay
Away she went, to heaven, to play
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