A fair maid is Mary. Her surname's
duBarry.
Her tipple's dry sherry. Her mood? Quite contrary.
She’s heedless, is Mary. Of Mary I’m wary.
She’s careless. She’s airy. Of Mary I’m chary.
She's vowed not to marry – a vow I’d not parry.
Her dad's Captain Larry. He pilots a ferry.
Her mom, nee Glengarry, milks bears in a dairy.
Her brother's called Terry. Some swear he's a fairy.
Her sister's name's Jeri. Jer’s fair-hair'd -- and hairy.
Her great-uncle Gary’s the clan’s cash-‘n’-carry
comptroller in Gary. Her aunt shares an aerie –
no hawks, one canary -- with Marion Barry.
Monotonous? Very! (Rejoice! I’ll not tarry.)
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