In Disney, with my favorite aunt,
My son some months past three,
She carried him right past the guards,
So he could get in free.
For children not yet three years old
Paid no admission charge.
"They'll never stop me!" yelled Sydelle
And onward she did barge.
That was in 1984
And now that son is grown,
Vacationing in Disney World
With children of his own.
And so we made a special trip
With this same aunt in tow
To spend the day together
Like we did so long ago.
The grandkids fill the spaces
So the circle is complete
And being there to witness it
Was such a lovely treat.
My son may not remember
How his great-aunt cast her spell
But the Disney circle is a tale
I'll always love to tell.
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