A Gruesome Discovery!
Great Aunt Ant Augusta
had been missing for a week.
Inspector Fly said, ‘sorry, but
the outlook’s lookin’ bleak!
It’s not that I would worry you,
or pessimism choose,
but when a Great Aunt disappears,
it usually means bad news.
I’ll have to take some details,
(more than I took last week) .’
The inspector opened out his book,
a tear rolled down his cheek.
Then Great Aunt Ant Augusta’s niece,
(a child named Prudence-Alice) ,
staring at the fly’s notebook
said with certain malice:
‘Look there! All squashed and flattened out!
No spirit can she muster! ’
And there upon last Tuesday’s page
Was Great Aunt Ant Augusta!
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