It rode her friends She did not know They looked fine They were happy She was careful, neat and clean He was charming A puppy needing a warm bed Grateful for her affection Sad, hurting a little He couldn’t have it He looked so well They didn’t do much at first Then more Never so much That there could be a risk And it rode her, too Her daughter was born A healthy girl at first The colds grew worse Knowing something was wrong They thought she would grow out of it She buried her daughter Near the children of their friends He was charming He looked so well She was careful, neat and clean And cold, so very, very cold They never found him They found her in the graveyard Asleep near her daughter