My auntie’s nearly a hundred
That’s really a ripe old age.
Last of her generation
Though once she was one of eight.
There was Dora, Gilbert and Vera
And Alex who was always called Bill
There was Elsie and William, known as Will
Rene and little Sylv.
The girls stayed close to Granny
Elsie, Rene and Sylv
They kept the family together
When sadly our granny had gone.
They worked for a while in a wool shop
Giggly sisters three.
We travelled around but they’d always be there
Core of the family.
Rene was bright as a button
Direct and sometimes could seem sharp.
But it was just her way
We’d catch the smile.
Her husband Fred went before her
Collecting fares somewhere else now.
Sadly her dear son Tony
Didn’t survive his mother either.
So last of her generation
A hundred year old aunt Rene
A modest enough little party
But for us she’s the queen of the Greens.