Grandma Knit Mouse
Her name is Grandma Knit Mouse I was told.
You mean Grandma Titmouse? I asked, big and bold.
No, but you have to see her to understand, I guess.
She was in between sweaters, in a huge yarn mess.
She knits in the morning, she knits through the day
Hat, booties, and layettes, all pastel, purled in a way.
She has made a name for herself and is a millionaire now.
Grandma Knit Mouse impressed me; she was a wow!
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