Grandma Joy Puffed Me Up
Grandma Joy stirred the eggs so they would not burn
I often watched, admiring her hands with spots
She gave me a smile, and let me have a turn
I love her aged arms, they are covered with dots
I told her about the young girl who did spurn
Grandma gave me compliments, and I mean lots.
Knew what she was doing, loved her anyway.
Full of eggs, I enjoyed the rest of my day.
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