A Grampa
Moved in
Just down the street
I thought that he was really neat
He had big feet.
He wore big clogs
Made of wood
And,
Just like every Grampa should,
He invented,
Just because he could.
And he always said,
As he scratched his head,
He said, Timmy, mboy,
I think itd been keen,
If only,
If only,
I couldve seen
The Test Flight
Of the Daisy McQueen.
Grampa Sam, or Grampa Joe,
(he had so many names, I didnt know
Which one was really real, so
I called him them all, and he didnt mind.
Their total number? Ninety-nine.)
Grampa, I asked. Who was he?