I had a piece of candy,
You said that I was bad,
I said I asked my mommy,
You got really mad.
You beat me and you punched me,
As you've done before,
And broke my little bones,
I'm only three years old.
You threw me on the table,
The one out in the yard,
I laid there wimpering..
Crying oh so hard.
My little cries fell silent,
Now I cry no more..
I'm with God in heaven,
You will rot in hell.
in memory of Christopher Irwin Gardner... he was three years old