Grandma says we're right in style,
A-sittin' in our automobile.
Grandpa says we're fit to kill,
A-ridin' in our automo-bill.
Ma, she says we ought to feel
Grateful fer our automo-beel.
Pa says there ain't no other man
Kin run an auto like he can.
Auntie preaches near and far
'Bout our lovely touring car.
Uncle Bill says he ain't seen
Nowhere such a good machine.
Brother Jim, he keeps a-braggin'
'Bout the speed of our new wagon.
But, oh, it sounds so grand and noble
When sister Sue says automoble.
Puck.