’Twas in her thirteenth June;
And with her, as the rules required,
“Two towels and a spoon.”
They braced my aunt against a board,
To make her straight and tall;
They laced her up, they starved her down,
To make her light and small;
They pinch’d her feet, they singed her hair,
They screw’d it up with pins,—
Oh, never mortal suffer’d more