Grannies Cycling Days Are Over

My granny rode a bicycle Till she was eighty four We had to take it off of her We couldn’t take no more For every day she lost it Forget where it was put She’d find her way to our house Arriving there on foot “Someone’s pinched my bike” she’d say “It’s gone, I don’t know where Kids today are heartless I’m sure they just don’t care” We’d phone the local station The bobby knew the score As usually she left it Outside the co op store Reluctantly we did it Went round to grannies house Crept into the garden shed As quiet as a mouse Took our grannies treasured bike Dismantled bit by bit Collected up the pieces And we threw them in the skip