The Little Match Girl
There was once a Little Match Girl,
Who sat upon the street
And sold her wooden merchandise
To buy some food to eat.
Now, this Little Match Girl
Was poor as poor can be
And in winter shivered terribly
In rags as thin as sheets.
Well, thought the Little Match Girl
I shan't sell much like this.
And so she went to the nearby bar
So as to warm her frozen feet.
Oh, that Little Match Girl
Stood in the doorway warming
And noticed right across the room
An dartboard, old and molding.
The clever Little Match Girl
Went to the bar to sit
And with her basket full of wares,
Bet that she could hit.
The charming Little Match Girl
The Barkeep’s heart did sway
And he took the bet, if she hit the center
She’d have a meal that day
Thus the Little Match Girl
Knew her arm would fail her not
And every single shot she took had
Landed on the winning spot.
Happy Little Match Girl ate
She was so very proud
And the next time she was on the streets
The Barkeep called out loud:
“Hey now, Little Match Girl!
I’ve talked about your game!
And there is a man that’s waiting here
To test your aim again!”
So that Little Match Girl
Continued to throw the darts.
And soon everyone across the land
Came to see her winning arts.
Cunning Little Match Girl
Now is paid to show her hobby
And the bar in which she started
Was renamed to show her glory.
“Come down to the Little Match Girl
We have food and drink both small and large
And if you care to throw a dart
Your meal is free of charge.”