cranesandboozeandtrampolines

I wish I had a crane
To visit Auntie Jane
She lives on the top floor
And that really is a pain
She had a trampoline
That she gave to Sister Jean
She has to hold her habit
To keep her bits unseen
They're friends with Old Ma Mary
Whose legs are rather hairy
She hides at Hallowe'en
Because the kids find her too scary
All three of them delight
In taking gin at night
And scotch, and rum, and then some
Absinthe 'til daylight