"I never believed he would do it,"
cried a little girl, sobbing on the couch.
With a little book like her takes a lot of wit.
But the agents wanted to hear her vouch
her cousin's death on the street near the school.
Like all suspects, she lied about the information they received,
trying to make their agency look like a fool.
But their knowledge of that doesn't allow them to be relieved
that the killer is still out there wandering around.
But this little girl seems to be acting like she wants to be found.
"Alright, I've killed my cousin. By self defense,"
she hollered, with a silver fanning crown appearing.
Before they could make jump up and shot her with their little sense,
their bodies were on the floors bleeding
from the wounds the girl had given them.
The girl was a bionic who had no control over her robotic self.
She had to find help before the family used her as a weapon to condemn.
Drat, I'm on my own again, she thought to herself.
One family she could go to without being tracked:
she found the tracker and got it to detract.
She packed a hiker's bag with the things she needed.