In the heart of the orphanage stood

A lady of young and helpful mood

For she helps the strays have fun playin’

A flimsy beauty that is found within

While in the crowd one poses blithely

A perfect body owned by this lady

And though her authentic beauty shines brightly

Her frail heart beats very selfishly

And now I’ll ask you a cinch question

On the two ladies, who do think is better?

But remember, dear, that your answer

Reflect the beauty that your soul conquer