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.”