Full Lyrics
When I was a nice little girl of three,
I went for a walk with Aunt Margery,
And I fell in the mud where all could see,
But a very nice gentleman picked up me;
He picked me up, and he laughed in glee,
Looking so hard at Aunt Margery;—
And now I remember, it seems to me,
He’d rather have picked up Aunt Margery.
I stole thro’ the garden gate one day,
For I’d seen Aunt Margery go that way,
So I crept thro’ the lattice there was he,
By her side in the shade of an apple tree;
He smiled and he kissed me, twice did he,
Looking the while at Aunt Margery;—
And somehow or other, it seems to me,
He’d rather far have kissed Aunt Margery.
One day I came sliding down the stairs,
And into the drawing room, unawares,
And there she was standing, and so was he,
Very, very close to Aunt Margery!
I don’t know— perhaps it was meant for me,—
But he certainly kissed Aunt Margery!
And tho’ ’tis a very long time ago,
She didn’t seem to care at all, you know!
Adapted from “Uncle John”
