My Aunt Myrtle had a turtle
With whom she liked to play.
But the problem with poor turtle
was that he was made of clay.
And then came Aunt Polly who had a trolly,
That she pushed around the School.
And though Aunt Polly was always jolly
The children were often cruel.
But these two sisters I have to tell you
were never any fools.
They loved each other and no
other could ever hope to rule.
