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!