MY GRANDCHILDREN LIVE IN THE CITY

 

My grandchildren live in the city

And they seem to be happy there

The youngest just started at cursery

That’s where small kids learn to swear

I HAD A “GRUMPY OLD MAN” MUG

 

I had a “grumpy old man” mug

And my grandchildren got it

But I turned into a “Grumpy old man”

When I accidentally smashed it

WHEN I WALKED INTO MY FRIEND’S HOUSE

 

When I walked into my friend’s house

I can’t describe the mess I found

I thought it had been burgled, but

His grandchildren had been round

I TOOK HIM TO THE MOUNTAIN

 

I took my grandson

Up into the mountains

We walked for three hours

Until we reached a vantage point

And we sat and looked in awe

At Gods majestic landscape

My intention was to impart some wisdom

To my young grandson

About how he was at the start line

And I had the finish line in sight

But I didn’t in the end

It was only when we had hiked

For three hours down the mountain

That I remembered

Why we went up there in the first place