Looking around with a smile so naïve,
Ignorant to why the children all grieve.
She doesn’t realize she is alone,
And how the distance has really grown.
She is simply unbearable to be near,
And she is too trusting, the children all fear.
In the middle of the kitchen table,
With her flimsy body so unstable,
Waits the lonely little onion doll,
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