My favorite aunt her name is Mary, full of mirth, full of merry
She took us for drives to the park and to Fiesta. Always on the go no time for siestas.
She taught us to laugh, to play for the camera.
To town we would go,
Calling her “aunt” was a no-no
And discreetly walk 20 paces back.
In case some guy would offer his hand.
My favorite aunt her name is Mary, full of mirth, full of merry
She took us for drives to the park and to Fiesta. Always on the go no time for siestas.
Encouraging she would be “Follow your dreams” she would cry,
She gave us a reason to have a dream and not be afraid to try.
She would show us love with a smile and a wink of her eye.
My favorite aunt her name is Mary, full of mirth, full of merry
She took us for drives to the park and to Fiesta. Always on the go no time for siestas.
She is now at peace away to a new life; new adventures and no more strife.
She has no more tears for the Lord has erased all her fears.
Sorrows multiply like drops of rain, drowning in the midst of the pain,
Left in the Masters hand to all who mourn He will give beauty for ashes,
Grace for despair, gladness for mourning, strength for fear.
My favorite aunt her name is Mary, she was always full of mirth, filled with merry.
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