Polly ran down the fire escape
The flames were growing higher
The smoke fumed into her eyes
And she ran back into the fire
When the fire went out the search began
But no one found poor Polly
She seemed to vanish into thin air
There was no sign of her folly
Poor poor Polly
Burnt like my mother's toast
Poor poor Polly
Living out her life as a ghost
Poor poor Polly
Who'll miss her the most
Polly sat alone in her room
Not knowing what had happened
Two hours turned into fifty years
And Polly still did not ascend.
Poor poor Polly
Burnt like my mother's toast
Poor poor Polly
Living out her life as a ghost
Poor poor Polly
Who'll miss her the most
Her building was gone in twenty fifty two
That's when her mother
Came to take her home
Poor poor Polly
Burnt like my mother's toast
Poor poor Polly
Living out her life as a ghost
Poor poor Polly
Who'll miss her the most
