Never did my child heart ever imagine this. Never did that child deserve this. Never did you love that child. But that's okay, My affection for you died young. Cut down in the early spring, A beautiful thing that died. Truly, a flower withered by the heavy blanket of frost. Not a flower more has grown for you, Not in many years. Not even if I tried. Never did I see the day you'd trample my flowers, Then demand more. **Quite rude.**