MY GRANDMA

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXV, Issue 51, 19 December 1907, Page 45

MY GRANDMA

My grandma is here ! And . she is a dear ; She knows how to " play and to sing, With • needle and thread, a small bit of lead . She can make the most wonderful thing. And then, don't you see, iry Grandma loves me 'Cause 1 am her own boy ? She laughs when 1 run ; I tell you it's fun -r .To be your own Grandmother's joy. My bats, balls, and rings, or hundreds of things I'd not take for G-randmamma dear. She's preiiy and neat ; her kisses are sweet ; 1 love her each day of the year. My grandma's blue eyes, just look very wise When 1 glance at pudding or cake. She Knows how 1 feel from head to my heel .When I smell the good things she can bake. My Grandma is good ! I wish that I could Just show you the number of toys She brought me one day— l was too sick to play— My ! Grandmas are made just for-'boys.