Grandfather Hubbard
Grandfather Hubbard
look through his cupboard
and yelled: Where is my army platoon!
And poor grandson Johnny
so young and so scrawny
said: there isn't a war coming soon?
John's Father Riley, could not take this smiling
"Grandpa Hubbard, your such an old loon!"
You get up in the morning
and take off your clothing
and go on the roof for the neighbors to see!
Then you go yelling:
WHO'S FEET ARE SMELLING!!
Gosh your so old, your mind had to flee!
Johnny knew brightly, not to take this too lightly
"O Father leave Grandfather be.
For when you are older, you be not as sober
and would be probably looking for a carved pirate key!"
Father Riley looked at Johnny wisely and said:
"Why son, I have the right to agree!
Grandpa's so silly but he's our old Billy,
Hubbard stop looking, we're the army of three!"
Grandfather Hubbard
looked out of his cupboard
and smiled at his great family
"Well come on troops!
Go put on your boots!
Together our hearts won't be beat!"
Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2010
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