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
Copyright © John Fenn | Year Posted 2009
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