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