Once upon a Frosty FridayIn the merry month of May
Seven sisters swore a secret pact
To bind them night and day
They packed the pact up tight and good
Within a pact-box made of wood
Seven sisters thought that that was that
Or so they thought they understood
Each went about her daily life
In which misogyny was rife
Forgotten was the deadly pact
Until the first became a wife
Their tragic story must be told
Six sisters bought but one was sold ...
