by Lawrence Hall
A little girl tugged at my arm and asked
“But what can I do?”
I sent her to Senora Anil because I didn’t know
She came to me again and sadly asked
“But what can I do?”
I sent her to Miz Bev because I didn’t know
She came to me once again and sadly asked
“But what can I do?”
I sent her to Senor Nicho because I didn’t know
Some sturdy young men brought in the Creche
And there the little girl knelt and placed the straw
And then each figure in turn; she talked to them
And cautioned them all to keep Baby Jesus warm
And that’s what a little girl can do