A liitle lady dressed in white,
Would walk the streets each day.
Hoping to receive some help,
From people on their way.

Sometimes she would be lucky,
Sometimes not at all.
How would she feed her babies,
They were still so very small.

Dear people this little lady,
Who we all know today,
For picking up, those little babies,
That were lying on the way.

She cared for them,
She begged for them,
She walked for them for miles.
Her reward each day,
Was just to see, her little babies smile.

Her name was Mother Teresa,
That little lady in white.
For all of us, who are in the dark,
she was the perfect light.