My grandparents are old
But are as dear as gold.
I love them a lot
They are as sweet as sugar in a pot.
They tell me stories with a moral
And tell me never to quarrel.
They take me to the fairy land each night
And also tell me what is wrong and right
Every night I pray to God
To keep them happy.
And let sadness and sickness
From their lives flee!!
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