The Beggar Child

Up goes the little beggar child, tramping up the hill

Breathing in the heavenly scents, all against her will

Sadly, she peers through a bread-shop window glass

And watches ones with more fortunes than her pass

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! The clock strikes five at night

Quickly she drew back with a gasp, the sound had given her a fright.

Her parents would scold her dreadfully, she should've been home by four

Home she reaches, panting for breath, she tiptoes in and shuts the door

Both her parents fast asleep, too weary to even open their eyes

The forlorn child shivering at the door, gets into her own little bed, and to sleep she tries.

Suddenly a bright light flashes and the sight makes her stare

In the room a glowing figure stands and on seeing her wake the light gave a flare

She'd no idea how he had gotten into her room

Maybe an evil spirit had escaped the demon world. But he looked the opposite of doom

Anyways, he looked quite a nice young fellow

With eyes as bright as stars and clothed in a lovely shade of yellow

She scrambled to her feet and hoarsely asked if he could spare some bread

To this he laughed and pulled out a warm robe in a deep shade of pinkish-red

Her breath caught as she pulled it around her shoulders and she laughed in pure delight

Oh, her glowing face was an absolutely wonderful sight

Still, she had not gotten over the shock of wearing the fabulous robe

For never had she had anything nearly as fine in her entire wardrobe

For then she was taken by the hand and led straight through her front door

To a wondrous realm none living'd ever seen before

And there for the rest of her life she dwelt happily ever after for many a year

But what happened to her parents, to whom she was so dear?

Well, they wander the streets still calling out her name

As if she still hides and is just playing a game

And so, her poor parents roamed for a year and a day

Then to this magical land, they were whisked away