Don't you fret, little one,
The wolves are coming to take you home.
You shall never again be a burden,
Slip away into the darkness like the ending of a poem.
Don't worry, little girl,
It will only hurt for a moment.
Life is only one short whirl
Around the merry-go-round over in an instant.
I can tell you are scared,
Just look in my eyes.
You are prepared.
So young, nothing to be forgiven and no good-byes.
They won't miss you,
No, don't you dare cry.
We'll leave them your shoe,
Boy, isn't it hot this July?
Little one, oh little one.
Come with us,
We'll bring you to where you belong.