Oh Granny

Oh granny oh granny what shall we do You’ve put bananas in your stew A dirty lampshade you wear as a hat And you’re talking to the old stuffed cat Oh granny oh granny what shall we do You can’t go out in a pink tutu The Wellington boots and cycling shorts Are not the things a granny sports Oh granny oh granny what shall we do I’ve grown so very fond of you You’ve been here since I was a pup Now I’m afraid they’ll lock you up Oh granny oh granny what have you done I know you think you’re having fun But throwing eggs at a policeman, well! You’re going to wind up in a cell Oh granny oh granny, alright ok Looks like you’ve gone and got your way Pack your bags, don’t make a fuss You’re going to come and live with us © John W Fenn 03-02-09