There was a nun, just below the head of the convalent
She had a smile simple but shy
A beatiful voice that when she sang you cry
Knew French but not in paris style
Had great manners, not tempermental and loud
she was friendly and entertaining
Not at all mean and always complaining
Had compusure with everything she did or said
Very tender hearted every hauman and animal was feed
She had sympathy for every living being
She acted with heart and was not at all hard of seeing
Was blessed with glass-grey eyes
Had a very small mouth that told no lies
She wore a graceful charm upon her arm
A beautiful cloak, not made of goat
A wonderful person you should meet
When see her don't forget to stop and greet
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