There was an old person from Ware
Who wire just a comb in her hair
When she went out
Children would shout …
When we are born we’re all bare..
Her sister had lived up in Stoke
She was reckless and often quite broke
So she came down to Ware
After borrowing the fare
Then stole her own sister’s old fur
When you can’t find what you’ve lost
You think that your eyesight’s gone bust
For you don’t want to think
Your sister robs Banks
And steqls your best clothes: which is worst?
