She was a good girl.
A real good pearl.
Dreaming big and out loud.
But there was a dark cloud.
.
There was this bad man.
With a real big plan.
Going for the grand gal.
Lacking wits and morale.
.
On a Saturday morning.
There came a warning.
A car drove up the driveway.
Out stepped a toupee.
.
It was the reaper.
He was the keeper.
He kept a secret.
It was a safe bet.
.
The warning read:
Be gone or you're dead.
The child listened and learned.
At the crossing she turned.
.
After hours on foot.
She had to stay put.
There was the sound of a car.
And the smell of cigar.
.
The car pulled up to her feet.
It was an desert street.
A man voice told her to stand.
The last thing she saw was the palm of his hand.
.
She woke up in a bed.
Placed in a tool shed.
She was tied to the frame.
Domesticated and tame.
.
She was a good girl.
A real good pearl.
Dreaming big and out loud.
But there was a dark cloud.
.
There was this bad man.
With a real big plan.
Going for the grand gal.
Lacking wits and morale.
.
He now stood in the door.
And cast his shadow over the floor.
He walked up to her side.
It was a real good slide.
.
"You will love me" he said.
And then turned his head.
He unbuttoned his shirt.
And cut loose her skirt.
.
Nine months later.
There was this gator.
Who had not eaten in weeks.
He lived in a deep creek.
.
He saw a black bag.
And a skirt rag.
It was to tempting to ignore.
So he pulled it a shore.
.
But when it began to eat.
He noticed the meat.
Was white as a pearl.
It was the good girl.