On the top of the mountain
covered with grass and so high,
there was seated a depressed girl
who couldn't ever cry.
She tried too hard,
she pushed it so much on a strange kind of way
that somehow her eyes went blue
and the oceans began to say:
" - Go ahead, pretty girl,
cry us a river so we won't ever get dry...";
but the poor tiny thing
put such an effort on what we may say
that split her eyes out,
and bled till death right away.
At the end of the story,
this melancholic and unhappy end,
I profit by to avoiding
that before you struggle that hard
you should think twice before going to hell.
