Agatha, fair and gentle

   Agatha, very fair and gentle lady you were

   who always wore a smile, so gentle and fair,

   although you wrestled with dearth pangs

   and grappled with death’s murky fangs.

  

   Agatha, very fair and gentle, missed by all

   she reached; amorous woman, we all cry for.

   Agatha, fair and gentle, whose passing on

   we disbelieved, that which, we still moan.

  

   Agatha, fair and gentle, whose virtue still flows;

   the virtue that still reaches many as it still glows.

  

   Agatha, you left as if in a dream you must know,

   that we feel one day you may appear at the door.

  

   Oh, Agatha, fair and gentle, we greatly miss you

   in each and in every episode we go through.