Aunt Matilda
When Aunt Matilda's in the house
I have to walk just like a mouse.
I dare not make a noise, you see,
Because her eye just looks at me.
And if I want to leave my crust
I eat it 'cos I feel I must.
She has a Sunday-morning look,
And reads a fat, improving book.
And once, when she was rather ill,
She said she'd put me in her will!
I ran away, I didn't care,
For fear that she should put me there!
But when I told my daddy, he
Just laughed and laughed and laughed at me!
Aunt Matilda Again
When Aunt Matilda stays with us
We have to be so neat and clean,
And Father makes a dreadful fuss,
Till after Aunty's been.