My Auntie Has A Camera, And When I'm Out At Play And See Her Coming With It, I Try To Hide Away. For Oh, It Is So Bothersome To Hear Her, With A Laugh, Call, "Stand Just Were You Are, Dear; I'll Take A Photograph." Sometimes, An Angry Lion, I Have Just Begun To Roar, And All The Children Run From Me To Sneak Behind The Door, When Auntie To Our Forest Comes - Why Does She Stop Our Fun? I'd Like To Shoot That Camera There With My Wooden Gun. Perhaps, A Fire Engine, I Am Rushing To A Fire, While People Loudly Call For Help As Flames Rise Higher And Higher. I Hurry Toward The Hydrant Here, For Oh! The Flames Are Hot! When Auntie With Her Camera Cries, "What A Fine Snapshot!" But Then It Doesn't Seem To Snap, So I Must Be Polite, And When She Says, "Oh Please, Stand Still, The Sun Is Not Just Right," I Have To Pull Up Where I Am, And See That House Burn Down, For Auntie Doesn't Understand, Even When I Twist And Frown. She Only Says, "Don't Squirm, My Pet! Oh, What A Cunning Pose! Your Scowl Is Better Than A Smile," - So That's The Way It Goes - A P'Liceman Or An Admiral, No Matter What I Am, I Have To Face That Camera As Quiet As A Lamb.