Twelve children playing at the Edge of the World.
First in Darkness, then in Light.
One by one, they all came home.
Fit to faint with trembling fright!

Yet one little child was last to come;
Far from the staining she’d run off to hide.
When she tried to go in, the door was locked.
And she was the only one left outside.

Poor little Girl at the Edge of the World,
Lost and forgotten away from your home!
Your shouts and your screams are for nothing, you know.
No matter who finds you, you’ll still be alone.