Where Is Thumbkin

To entertain Henry, My husband and I Tapped into our brains Where the memories lie. That eensyish spider, The wheels on the bus And where, oh, where's Thumbkin? Came straight back to us. That's only a sample; We sang dozens more To our sweet smiling grandson We clearly adore. But what was amazing Was watching his face. He wasn't impatient, Not even a trace. He listened and focused On song after song And even appeared like He followed along. At five months of age, There's so much to learn yet. I'm happy those songs We could never forget.