She smiled, smiled through all her troubles. And boy, let me tell you, her troubles weren't just one or two, but endless bubbles. For her, life was all pain and tragic; Nonetheless she called it a sweet magic. She never dared grumble or mumble for, she believed in life's soft rumble. Living her life just this way, Though she kept falling down; She looked forward to each new day, With a smile as majestic as a crown.