Oh my daughter Legs in plaster Taught to keep her Knees together Oh my daughter Skin grew over And taught to walk some Three years later Oh my daughter The fragile features of your mother They're buried under The plainer features of your father Oh my daughter Life rushed from you And split in ways you Weren't meant to And oh my daughter Such crushing pressure At half the age of Your poor mother Oh my daughter Your ruddy cheeks will never weather And buried under The fragile features of your mother