Crone Drone

Please let me be a tiny drone today. Hovering at a house far away. In Omaha at a quarter ‘til two. I’ll see my grandchildren, that’s what I’ll do! I’ll buzz past their heads and give them a wave. All six will laugh, giggle, rant, wiggle and rave. Hello Space Grandma! Please land and stay! I am a crone drone, I’ll yell, then I’ll fly away.