Though there's plenty of space they crowd together:
Four women, one man, all wearing hats.
The youngest woman has a muff too.
The oldest rests the tip of her folded umbrella
On the bare ground. The next to youngest woman
Speaks for them. They've come to take up the job,
Subject to approval, of being your ancestors.
Their demands are reasonable; the woman all are gloved
The man wears a well-kept derby. Go ahead; hire them!
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