Silent calm rocked, a flutter of sparrows took flight.
A scuffed leather shoe, tangled hair in a knot.
No one heard a scream, later told she could not.
Someone asked, where's Darla Jean LaFontaine?
Storm shower poundin' against window panes.
Anyone see that li'l girl gone?
Pink dress streaked in red mud, hand cluthing a ripped blue bonnet.
Did someone see her chasin' a Monarch down 'round the bend?
Family cries in anguish, town whispers a solemn amen.
Know that Darla Jean LaFontaine, so sweet?
Found her forever sleepin' half-buried on a bed of peat.
Rumors been slitherin' 'round the town, all in a hush.
When they speak Darla Jean's name, it's followed by shush.