Dancing with My Grandson
I have a grandson, very young, and he is such a joy,
There is a rainbow, bright balloons, and sparkles in this
boy,
If you are blue, or down and out, or in your little funk,
Oh, he will patch that holey hull before your boat has
sunk.
Yes, he can dance and smile and laugh as light as
springtime breeze,
He shouts, Get up, now Grandpa, dance, please, Grandpa DANCE,
oh, PLEASE!”
So Grandpa looks at Grandma, we both smile and chuckle,
too,
And, soon the goofy three of us are quite the dancing
crew!
With, “Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes,” or even “Twinkle
Star,”
A bit of luck, an agent, knock on doors, we could go far,
And, far enough is measured by a million, million miles,
To see my grandson’s, or granddaughter’s lovely, lovely
smiles!
Peter Lowell Paulson
May 5, 2014
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