Poem: O' Mary Sue, I give my ode to you. I bet how you wish you could be someplace new. Stuck inside an orphanage feeling everything but glee. Staring outside your window, into the garden, or at the trees? Old Mary, how your dress shines a bright red. This sad old Mary suspects her parents are dead. Don't fret Mary Sue, the days are not over. For one day perhaps, one day, you'll be someones four-leaf clover.