SILLY OLE' GRANDPA

Silly ole' Grandpa twists his nose
Over on his cheek and strikes a pose.
An' all us kids jes laugh and play,
When we see ole' pa actin' up that way.

Silly ole' Grandpa grabs his pole.
Gonna go down to the fishin' hole.
And, afore he knows, we all join in,
'Cause we can't resist ole' Grandpa's grin.

Grandpa, he can't hear a lick,
Lest ya say, "Supper," then he hears real quick!
And, I heard him say, "Ma, I can't see that hole,
"Will ya please string up my fishin' pole?"

Silly ole' Grandpa made a swing for me,
In the very highest branch of the ole' elm tree.
He sits in a chair, watchin' me go by.
Once, l thought l saw a tear in his eye.

Silly ole' Grandpa, oh, I love him so ...
Not a better guy for a kid to know.
He's always doin' somethin' and lets me tag along.
I bet he taught me upwards to a hunert songs.

When I grow up bigger, gonna try on his shoes!
Wonder if I'll fill 'em.  That'd be some news!
I think he'd come out laffin' or smilin' just so.
Silly ole' Grandpa, I love you, you know.

Written by:
Joan Clifton Costner
© 2002
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