Literature
Grand pa
My Grand Pa bounced me on his knee,
his big moustache would tickle me.
He'd want a kiss, give me a peck
and blow a raspberry on my neck.
I'd squeal so loud, laugh with delight,
my arms around him, hug him tight.
While playing games of hide and seek,
he'd start to count but would always peek
and then pretend he couldn't see,
where I had hid. Where could I be?
My Grand pa could do magic,
he could make a penny disappear,
until he uttered "Sim-sala-bim!"
and there it was behind my ear.
Sometimes he'd take me to the zoo
and we'd have fun the whole day through,
we'd walk around for miles and miles
and he'd buy me little snacks
