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She's aunt to nearly half the town; It keeps her busy making brown And crusty doughnuts—cookies too. She never says how many you May safely eat; they're on the shelf, You simply go and help yourself! Her kitchen's warm with baking pies, Her pantry sweet with jam and spice, And she herself is plump and wise With kindliness behind her eyes And wrinkles all about. I go To see her every day or so. |