He had no hope; he gave up on life
So he shot himself, his children and wife
There they lie – forever asleep
It is enough to make grown men weep.
The boy was seven – Dad killed him first
Then followed the girl – her death was the worst
He shot his dear wife between the eyes
Stifling her pleas; her pitiful cries.
The dog had to go – it was only fair
Then he sat down in his favorite chair