Were you really a little boy too?
Did you play with frogs and balance on logs,
And find scary things to do?
Or were you always grandpa,
Were you always so old and so wise,
With your knowing grin and your stubbly chin,
And your tongue that never tells lies?
If you were ever little,
Then maybe some day I can be
A grandpa like you, acting just like you do,
With a grandson as loving as me.
Author Unknown
