There was an old woman who loved "scrabble"
It was better than hearing herself babble
So she signed up for a game
No two games were the same
She enjoyed in new words to dabble.

There was a woman who was older
That she was a mother-in-law made her a lot bolder
She threw her weight around
And everyone round her finger she wound
But her daughter-in-law gave her a cold shoulder

There was a woman so proud
She lived with her head in a cloud
She ate jam and honey
And had so much of money
That of satin and gold they made her a shroud