Her efforts to move fade pale
She becomes still,
the starving little girl.
The vulture scans and swoops down
But the vulture cannot claw
to make its feast
The starving little girl is alive
She's still, but still breathing
The vulture waits behind her.
A little girl was very pretty. So pretty that grandfather addressed her as 'My little princess' She was fond of wearing nice dresses. On a party day, she would carefully choose her dress for the occasion as soon as she got up in the morning.