Aunty’s Album

When Aunty says that I may look
Inside her precious album-book
I have to sit upon a chair
And take it on my lap with care!

There’s Uncle John Josiah Brown
(He has a frame all blue and brown);
He wears a tie all long and wide,
And whiskers growing on each side!

There’s Great-Aunt Henrietta too
(Her frame is pink and green and blue),
Her curls hang down beneath her cap,
And you should see her satin lap!

There’s Grandpapa, with snow-white hair,
And Grandmamma upon a chair;
There are three cousins, if you please,
With hands put stiffly on their knees.

There’s Mummy in the queerest hat,
And Daddy looking very fat;
There’s Aunty Bess and Uncle Jim—
It’s really very good of him!

But quite the queerest thing I see
Is somebody they say is me!
A horrid little stuck-up girl,
With hair done up in one big curl!

Says Aunty softly in my ear,
“Be careful of the album, dear.”
And then she puts it right away,
Until I come another day.