ACS /=

Sore

 

WHEN Aunt Jan’s coming there’s such romping in the
house,

She’s sweeter than a daffodil and softer than a mouse!

She sings about the passages, and never wants to
rest,

And father says it’s all because a bird is in her breast.

When Aunt Jan’s kissing there’s such crowding round
her knees, :

Such clambers to her bosom, and such battles for a
squeeze |

We dirty both her snowy cuffs, we trample on her gown,

And sometimes all her yellow hair comes tumbling,
tumbling down.