This is the sad tale of small human child who was executed for unknown reasons before the eyes of her mother. I did witness the horrible event and thought it worthy of a song.

Bernadette's mother was easily vexed But today was not like any other.
Provocation aplenty, positions complex Gave reason for worry to mothers
Her little girl taken by wagon to die The target of throngs hurling fruit
Rancid juice flowed beside tears down her face As angry men took up pursuit.
The hooded man led her up guillotine steps His faceless form grimly serene.
He placed her white neck in the worn, wooden groove Where her trembling form could be seen
By her mother who watched the foul deed from afar Eyes open, stricken with dread.
With a sickening thud, the act was committed Onlookers spattered with red.
The now ghostly pale head of sweet Bernadette Rolled from the chopping block onto the ground
And her mother whose leaden heart grief had beset Wept sorrowful tears beside crimson profound.