The Dead Grandmas Society

An open letter to chicks like thee, You wait until you're nearly sixty-three, You'll end up talking like me, You'll sound like the Dead Grandmas Society, Fine-thinking women, very snippy, Got no time for nasties and rudies, "What's this?" "What's for tea?" "A plate of good manners from me!" (And the Dead Grandmas Society!), A fact of life, real scary, When you're nearly sixty-three, Words appear from the clouds, prithee, You'll sound like the Dead Grandmas Society........