Mud Pie Mary

She was quite contrary My mud-pie Mary Lived life outside the ordinary She had a crooked smile so wide She had a twinkle in her eyes As she played in puddles and made Mud pies She served to unicorns and fairies Her love not sparing Delighted and content in mud pie sharing She would dance and sing As mud she would fling Pretending she was a princess of a royal King Over time she grew And the fairies flew She quit singing and dancing And making mud pies too. She met a prince so fine Who liked to wine and dine And took advantage of her Time after time She quit talking and became quite shy She lost that twinkle in her bloodshot eyes And hides so no one can see her cry The joy of youth sadly ran down the drain Stolen by a prince who brought her pain My poor mud pie Mary died in vain.