Old Mary had an evil eye,
She could look at someone,
And they would die.
Don't ask me why,
I think she'd do it just for fun.
People crossed streets to flee,
And not meet her face to face.
They didn't want Old Mary to see,
Sometimes they'd hide behind a tree,
Downtown looked like a ten k race.
One day Mary went to comb her hair,
Because it looked a mess.
And though it had almost no care,
More like a tangled rabbit snare,
She loved it so I must confess.
Well she combed it out so very nice,
It sparkled of gold with a little red.
She combed out all her wedding rice,
And ten or twenty full grown lice,
Her eye did smile, And she dropped dead.
3/23/13 Alton Texas
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I would like to translate this poem
oh, good one! nice ending!