Dedicated
to a Little Grandson
{This poem is taken from “The
Stoney Creek News”, Hamilton , Ont. ,
Canada ,
written by Tom E.
Armstrong, formerly of Palmyra
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WE’VE got a little grandson, he’s the cutest
little boy,
The apple of his mammy’s eye, his daddy’s pride and
joy;
His granny just adores him, his grand-dad loves him
too—
Such a loving little fellow, and all he says is “Goo.”
Although he’s only eighteen months, he’s smart, we all
agree,
He’s into every mischief, as little boys will be;
He climbs on granny’s chesterfield, doesn’t matter if
it’s new—
A mischievous little fellow, but all he says is “Goo.”
He climbs up on his grand-dad’s knee, he pulls his
grand-dad’s nose,
He’s always in a playful mood—we’ve never come to
blows;
And when it comes to granny’s turn—now guess what does
he do?
He hugs and mugs, and hugs her, and then he pipes out
“Goo.”
He helps granny with the housework, he fetches daddy’s
shoes,
He wants to help with everything—he does not pick or
choose.
He takes the mop and dustpan, and when that job is
through
He squares his little shoulders, and proudly chirps up
“Goo.”
He visits all the neighbours, to the radio he’ll
dance,
And, mindful of his mammy, he seldom soils his pants;
He plays with all the doggies and the neighbours’
children, too,
And when his mammy calls him, he simply answers “Goo.”
You ask me what his name is; that’s something I can’s
tell,
’Cept his mammy’s name is Helen, and his granny’s name
is Nell;
Oh, his mammy calls him “Angel”—and here’s another
clue,
He’s a loving little fellow, and all he says is “Goo.”
I’m just an old grandfather, but I’m glad I lived to
see
The day that I could have a little grandson on my
knee;
And if you want the author’s name, I’ll give it
straight to you—
I’m the father of the father of the boy that says
“Goo, Goo.”
Grand-dad
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