English poem
Playing With Fire
by Mrs. Turner (1775–1846)
The friends of little Mary Green Are now in deep distress, The family will soon be seen To wear a mournful dress.
It seems, from litter on the floor, She had been lighting straws, Which caught the muslin frock she wore, A sad event to cause.
Her screams were loud and quickly heard, And remedies applied, But all in vain, she scarcely stirr'd Again, before she died!