The nights are cold,
Mother Teresa bold,
Taking care of the poor,
Blankets were given,
Food was eaten,
And they were all grateful.
She was Catholic,
And very angelic,
She was a saint,
She saw all the poor people,
They weren't peaceful,
So she wanted to help as much as she can.
She first went to India to help there first,
And away she nursed,
She helped because it is what Jesus commanded,
She made the world a better place,
By making it a charity case,
For she was inspired by Jesus.
After that she died,
On the 5th of September 1997
And now we celebrate,
For her sake,
And her succession.
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