There was an Old Lady from Donegal,
Who stood in height at 9ft tall,
That\'s very strange you would agree,
And her Husband Tom is 3ft 3.
They were a fine old sight strolling about Town,
She being UP, and him being DOWN,
But the strangest thing it must be said,
Are the 13 Children that have been bred.
When one stopped growing,
The next grew more; and the one after it;
Grew more than before.
For Mary the Oldest is 2ft 7,
While Tom the youngest is 8ft 11.
And Modern Science just can\'t explain,
Why every Child born, has feet to gain,
For in Ascending height their growth would shoot,
Resembling much a Peruvian Pan Flute.
Around the Shops, by the Diamond Square,
Their Chatter fills the Irish air,
From top to bottom such happy Souls,
For Disparity is good when all is told.
So if ever you travel to Donegal Town,
You may see a Family that\'s well renowned,
A living marvel, a legend grown:
And someday honoured in a simple poem.