TRIBUTE TO JULIEN J. MEYER

       I LIKE TO GO TO GRANDMA'S


         I like to go to grandma's house
         It's just the mostest fun,
         She doesn't care if I make noise
         Nor if I jump and run.
         She just smiles and says to mom,
         "Let him work off some steam.
         He's just so full of life you know
         He's burstin' at the seam."


         The other day my grandma was
         All set to bake a cake.
         She beat the batter smooth
         I'm sure without mistake.
         She placed it in the oven
         It rose so high and fast
         I knew there'd be a perfect cake
         As always in the past.
         
         But suddenly out of nowhere
         An Injun did appear.
         Mom said, "It's imagination"
         But I could see him clear.
         He came a runnin' at me
         And tried to grab my hair.
         I darted in and out and then,
         I jumped upon a chair.
                  
         "My cake!  My cake!"  yelled grandma
         And rushed to the oven door
         And as she peeped into the crack
         Her heart sank through the floor.
         "I'm sorry grandma but you see"
         Said I with tearful eye,
         "An Indjun was a chasin' me,
         I didn't want to die."
         
         "I understand," said grandma
         And patted me on the head.
         "I'll bake another one tonight
         When you're asleep in bed."
         Oh!  I like to go to grandma's house
         I am her pride and joy.
         Mom says she spoils me but she says
         "He's just a growing boy."
         
                             -Written by Julien J. Meyer




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