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Within the confines of

Old Ornery Orphanage

Shantia was the last girl

Anybody ever wanted

The least desirable of the breed

And so she stayed there awhile

While the other girls 

Seemed to thrive in measure

Learning the arts

And dancing in the courtyard

Shantia sobbed in the corner

Of the sinister study

And no one liked her much

There are a few hounds

Living among the toddlers

And one day during free time

The girls were bullying Shantia

They held her down

They stripped her down

They dressed her in dirty dish rags

Locked her in a cage

And left her there for days

Hidden in the thickness of trees

Surrounding the orphanage

Shantia suffered and starved