“Throw me something Mister!”
She hollered from the heavens up above...
Some pretty beads...
As she quietly pleaded...
Or maybe a turtle dove...

We lost her way too early...
She was a gift from God...
A beautiful child...
Both sweet and mild...
She never once met the rod...

Her favorite time of the year...
Was the season called Mardi Gras...
The kings arrived on boats...
To ride their majestic floats...
She watched them in total awe...

The marching bands played her music...
As she listened with girlish delight...
She loved the throws...
As everyone knows...
As the flambeau torches shone bright......

But the angel of death came sudden...
On a cold and dreary night...
Her life cut short...
A tragedy of sort...
Our world was feeling contrite...

She’ll always be our Mardi Gras angel...
From the heavens way up high...
She’ll keep children calm...
So they’ll feel no harm...
From her Mardi Gras perch up in the sky...

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