Alice Bell was a sprightly thing, a lovely child to be sure
But in her was a daring soul for which there was no cure
Her bravery did not agree
With her delicate body
And as a consequence of this her life was rather short

She was a doting, caring girl who loved and cherished life
Her hatred was for mischief and she could not stomach strife
When the blizzard came that night
Her dog was lost in all the fright
And Alice Bell went after him despite her aunt's hoarse cries

At the bottom of a cliff they found poor Alice Bell
Her head was split in four pieces (undoubtedly as she fell)
Skinny arms around her "Pup"
They got someone to sow her up
Then took her body back with them and buried her just as well