Such little deaths
Only little minds perceive
Only little minds lament
Only little tears to grieve
The loss of
Such small things
Little hands
Make little holes
A pebbled circle to enfold
Oh hold me in your arms
A home-made cross
A drooping posy
A borrowed prayer
Whispered so solemnly
We live and time goes by
We live and time goes by
And I am just a child
Crying for her mother
And if you get through it
You must go on and on
Surviving
The untimely death
Of guinea pigs
The loss of many things
Oh hold me in your arms
In your arms