Sunrise on the Reaping (The Hunger Games, #0.5)

by Suzanne Collins

But this isn’t Louella. In the same way you instinctively know the waxed pears on the table lack juice, this girl lacks Louella’s essence.

“I don’t know how, and I don’t know where, I don’t know anything, but I feel that in my heart. You and me, we will find each other, as many times as it takes.”

They hang the man and flog the woman Who steals the goose from off the common, Yet let the greater villain loose That steals the common from the goose.