There lives a cruel man named Aragon,
With a couple of kids - a girl ‘n son;
Divorced from his wife
Who’d begun a new life,
Their marriage now over and done.
After visiting days with their father,
He was taking them back to their mother.
When suddenly stuck
He became with his truck
Himself, his kids and another.
Ten miles from mom in a snow drift,
The temperature freezing and he’s miffed,
Told the daughter and son,
‘Start walking or run,’
Then setting them loose and adrift.
He freed the truck then from its bearing,
Headed back to his home without caring
What’d became of the two
Little children he knew
Insufficiently dress in their wearing.
By morning the boy was found wandering,
Incoherently stumbling and pondering;
The daughter uncovered
In snow dead discovered -
Lost due to Aragon’s squandering.
He pounded his head on the table,
His composure to keep he’s unable
As the judge read the charge
The burden too large,
The father reduced to unstable.
Described by his family as caring,
Enjoying his children and sharing
Their ups and their downs,
Their smiles and their frowns,
Now just a father despairing.
His judgment apparently lacking,
When he sent both his kids off a-packing;
His intentions were good,
And he thought that they would
Arrive at their mother’s unpacking.
Comprised is his brain but of doubt,
He suffers intellectual draught;
Many lives wrecked,
Charged with murder, neglect,
It’ll be many a year ‘til he’s out.