Imagine there is a place where children play
Where they can laugh and giggle the whole day
Imagine that they can feel safe and sound
Knowing that those that care are all around
Imagine when the weather turns freezing cold
There will be a warm blanket into which you can fold
If you feel cranky, there is always somebody to hug
Before you know it you will sleeping like a bug in rug.
Imagine a fellow with grey whiskers and hair
Who wants to be with you forever there
It’s a long way to Cleveland from Louisiana
But he will travel forever. He is your Grandpa.
FINNIAN CULEY JAN 2014 7 Mos.
