Two Old Hags

Two to Three to Four to Five

over the hill she cried.

Her sorrows heard

throughout the land.

Up the streets and

down the river bend,

all heard her mourn,

for what she had lost

a sorrowful tale

not soon forgot.

Brought up every

second of the day,

and never fades away.

Her joy is no more,

her heart is torn,

for she knows not

what to do but mourn.

For day by day, you

hear her sorrow,

it fills your heart with dread,

As she cries away you go mad.

Now what to do with these

old hags both gone crazy and mad..