The Mare

Paul

I heard it from our bedroom, Ginger’s singing. My heart sank a little and first I thought, Oh no, not again. But her voice was so sweet I thought, Paul, don’t be this way. And I came out in the hall to hear her. But when I understood her words, my heart sank again; it was too sad: Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry. Go to sleep, my little baby. When you wake, you shall have cake. And all the pretty little horses.