That Little Girl
I once knew a little girl
Push around and teased
Who only ever wanted
To help and aid the weak
That girl never could
Fit in with her own kind
But she found that animals
could help to calm her mind
Now that little girl
I seem to know no more
Now that she has found her place
Now she's passing through that door
Now I know a young adult
Who's strong and does beleive
That she does not need to belong
If she is helping animals in need.
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