My Grandpa

Grandpa can´t remember when we came to Sweden He don´t exactly know which place it was Are we German? ( I dream of Habsburg ) Or were we Slavic Anyhow, I got a fist I got another kind of whisper I talk of blood and ancestry ( silly? Perhaps!) I feel I got something to teach the Swedish people Hey, watch out! I can teach the entire world ( what some things really mean ) Ma was very proud and knew what she wanted Grandpa was a true gentleman Dad adored him He run his own business And his very very black hair? And his metallic eyes? Why should they notice To the world he was Swedish