Traveling on the public transit system, we were approaching King Memorial Station. Isadora (age 5), seated next to me, says “Oh! I know a song about Martin Luther King!” Isadora really likes singing and making up songs. Her songs are always entertaining; since I knew they studied him in school last month, I figured it would be something special.

It was special. She sang, her voice upbeat and cheery, her eyes filled with the pure light of childhood innocence. Here are the words to The Martin Luther King Song:

He died.
He died.
He died.
He died.
He died.
He died.
He died.
He died.