OH LITTLE GIRL!

Oh little girl, you are just a pretty face,
Why, then, do you conceal it,
With your shame and your fear
It is as you conceal
Your sole and uttermost reason for being.

Oh little girl, why do you try to fly,
When I cut off your wings?
Why should you want to be freed,
When you and your pretty face
Are conveniently fettered in chains?

Oh little girl, why don't you stop!
Why do you wish to fight me,
When we both know I win?

Alas! The chains have broken!
You fell them!
Why, oh, why?

Oh little girl, are you just a pretty face?