Aunt Gertrude
Aunt Gertrude
When Aunt Gertrude, comes by the house
I want to run away
She’s very large and burps a lot
And wears a lot of gray
Her hairy brows go up and down
When she makes funny looks
And I can tell, she has a smell
Of old and musty books
She squeezes me and grabs a hug
Before I even speak
Then her big hands will cup my face
And pinch me on my cheek
When Aunt Gertrude comes by the house
It makes me want to holler
But when she leaves, those big old hands
Will slip me a new dollar!
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