Gertrude’s Walk
Janey is taking Gertrude to walk,
Round her the butterflies hover,
Leaves clap their hands when she comes their way,
The faint blowing breezes love her.
Dear little Gertrude, so happy she,
Oh, what should we do without her,
The soft blue sky is over her head,
Blossoms are blooming about her.
Glad little face, and wondering eyes,
Baby, there’s so much before you.
Even the roses look as if they
Said, “Don’t you know we adore you.”
You are a rosebud, you baby sweet,
No wonder the roses love you,
No wonder the birdies fly so near,
To sing in the trees above you.
The birds, the breezes, the butterflies,
Roses, and violets blue, dear,
They all were made for the babies wee,
And so they belong to you, dear.