there was once a girl who swung on this swing,
but the fight against death was one she couldnt win.
She started fresh, a new leaf she turned,
but the fear inside just churned and churned.
porkie pies are what she told,
but all she wanted was someone to hold.
again she said, but this time higher,
help she cried, they thought she was a lier.
anxiously the family waited,
but the doctors word was commiserated.