A great Grandma is someone whose cookie jar is never empty,
and whose attic is always full of fun things to find.
.
Grandma's attic is a wonderland
of things too good to burn
But still we have no room for it
Supposing we return
and pick it up next time we take a trip
so, when do they come back?
.
Thirty seven YEARS have passed!
But is Grandma keeping track?
I doubt it, next time I go visit
I'll tell Grandpa
.
COME WITH ME
.
UP THE MAGIC WOODEN STAIRS
.
He'll bring along the key
so we can open up the door
And we can wander around and see
And if I'm lucky, I might find
SOMETHING
that belongs to ME!
.
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