There once was a girl named Little Miss Dupree who lived in a house on Hickory Street.
She’d peek through the windows and creep through the halls, opening doors and tapping on walls.
Her sisters played nervously, her mother could hardly sleep, her father never stopped looking and her brother wouldn’t say a peep.
Some days the girl laughed, but most days she cried and how she wished, she wished she were still alive.
Jean Nicole Rivers