He Was Our Grumpy Old Man
He was a grumpy old man
And there was no one at the funeral to deny it.
Even he didn't pretend to be otherwise.
Yet the whole town turned out
To pay their respects.
All but the very young stood at the podium
To farewell this grumpy old man,
In words that big city folk would call derogatory,
But to this grumpy old man it would have been seen
As speaking plainly with heartfelt honesty.
For even when grumpy and he was most of the time,
No one in need did he ever turn away,
He was generous with his time.
And his money though plenty,
Never made the bank rich.
In between his grumps he even gave out some sound advice.
In case you are wondering what they put on his headstone
The choice was obvious to all who had given him the time of day.
"He was our grumpy old man"
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