In the school of Villiers Secondary,

It seemed to be quiet and ordinary,

But when young Phoebe, age of fifteen

Came here from Ireland, most kids were mean,



She was laughed at for her Irish voice,

She wanted to run away, but she had no choice,

Her parents had no plans to leave the U.S.A.,

And thus she was bullied, day after day,



Then one day be came the end of it all,

When a can hit her, thrown by a bully's palm

Tears trickled down her very blue face,

For she now knew she did not belong in this place,



She ran all the way home, and grabbed a rope,

And this is the part where she acts like a dope,

She wrapped it tight around her thin throat,

And hung herself in her home, while wearing her coat,



Her sister came home, and found her sister's body,

She then burst into tears, for she lost somebody,

But not just anybody, her sister in fact,

She never knew that Phoebe was being attacked,



The bullies were tried and convicted for what they'd done,

They were punished before they had time to run,

To this day, her family mourn by their daughter's passing,

But she is still in their hearts, to be forever lasting.