it is winter and the nights are colder,
i pray someone, anyone, please
spare some thought for the matchstick girl.
her clothings are worn,
old, tattered and torn,
her shoes, she has none,
and barefooted she tiptoes
on the frozen cornerstones.
Please, dear sir, buy some matchsticks from me.
Please. Some matchsticks for your fire.

Please, someone? Anyone?
Please spare some thought for the matchstick girl.