Polka

Uncle Johnny, Uncle Johnny
He had a farm and a pony
He played every evening
Old piano while light dimming
His only listener was aunt Conny

Uncle Billy, Uncle Billy
Lived the way pirates are willing
He had a ship dinghy like
And the smoking pipe
And a parrot called Willie

Aunt Mary,oh, Aunt Mary
She smelled like olive and rosemary
She cooked deliciously
Knitted skillfully
And was adored by Uncle Larry

Aunt Conny, Aunt Conny
Armed with perfumes and so bonny
She Lived like actresses
Loved irises
And music by Uncle Johnny

Uncle Larry, Uncle Larry
His places were zoo and library
He told tales and stories
Painted with no worries
Loved reading poetry to Aunt Mary