Oh how lovely, a young girl was,
And healthy, I might add.
But, when some things happened,
It made her very sad.
A terrible illness struck her town,
Causing many to die,
But, did she give up hope?
I shall tell you no, and that is not a lie.
She lost her Grandfather,
She even had a missing mother,
Yet when a small child came along,
She sang her a song.
In the end, things were back to normal,
Coffee Shop restored, Mother back home, She acted very formal.
What would be her name, you ask?
This child, that had been through so much,
Her name was Matilda,
She wore her name without a huff,
And through it all,
She came out, with not a bit of strife.
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