I Know Grandpa
what did grandpa know before my verbal flaks?
did he see me peeking over the sofa arm
I give him clues to find his little Pax
hoping I can enthrall him with my charm.
loved to sit on his knee and get a back rub
then on his leg to ride bronco style
being a dude like him I am called his bub
but he is my fa fa that enjoys my smile.
he helps me up when I crawl over to him
then I climb up on his chest
looking down with my big loving grin
I know that grandpa loves me the best
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