Britches
Oh! these silly britches
I'll have to talk to grandma
they need new stitches
and a nip, and a tuck
I love the way she fixes things
she has that special touch.
I'll bring to her a sewing basket
with all the needles and threads
and while she is sewing them
I can eat some of her fresh baked
breads.
She always glad to fix things for
me and my sister Ray and always
has a smile for us at any time
of the day.
When our britches begin to hang to
low, we always know where to show,
Grandma's house, that is right
Come on Ray, lets go.
Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2015
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