These ballads are not in the books and are supplementary and created by AI based on the book content.
In the gardens of Midland Station
In Luton town, a grim sensation
A parcel found, mysterious and cold
Unveiling a tale of heart untold.
Two men, their curiosity awoken
Approached the package, fear unspoken
Through iron railings, hands reached in
To uncover a sorrow, a heinous sin.
Within the folds, a lifeless form
A baby girl, a soul forlorn
Wrapped in calico, dusters, and paper
A tragic tale, where joy would taper.
Debate ensued, from whence it came
Luton's streets or a train's domain
The station's edge, where parcel laid
A haunting question, an answer's shade.
Could it be dropped, from road nearby?
Thrown by hand, not train passing by?
The parcel's presence, not for long
No dew, no wetness, no night-long throng.
Autopsy revealed the lungs, expanded wide
Proof of life, before fate's cruel tide
Born but hours ago, a tender breath
Innocence lost, a dance with death.
Healthy organs, a life full of hope
Yet neglected, left to destiny's slope
Six hours of life, a stolen chance
Denied the care, denied life's dance.
Compression marks, signs of struggle
Suffocation's grasp, a deadly snuggle
Perhaps two hands, held innocence tight
In darkness and pain, extinguishing light.
Oh, the tragedy of this fragile soul
Lost in the depths of a sorrowful toll
May we remember, this innocent child
Whose life was taken, left unreconciled.
In the gardens of Midland Station
The echoes of a tragic revelation
A nameless babe, forever held
In our hearts, a tale compelled.