Will I Ever Be A Granny?
Will I ever be a granny? With a grandchild on my knee Will I ever watch a grandson smile? And clap his hands with glee Will I be in my rocking chair? With my shawl and frilly lace Or will I still be young enough To have powder on my face? Will I have the strength to lift him? When he toddles to my side Or put out my hand and rub his head When he is restless and tired Will he want to come to granny? To rest his weary head Or perhaps he'll throw a tantrum So he can sleep in granny's bed? Will my legs be strong and steady? When I take him by the hand To watch the hens and ducks feed Off this green and grassy land Will I be able to hear him chatter? When he's telling me of school Or perhaps he's like his father And is stubborn as a mule!
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