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.
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