I'm Glad Grandma Saves Paper Sacks |
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My Grandma has stacks and stacks Of big and little paper sacks, Some are yellow and I�ve seen Brown and white ones and even green. When she comes home from the store, With groceries and goodies galore, Each big bag she will unpack, Then neatly fold the empty sack. She has her own favorite spot Where all those paper sacks fit. She stores them there, row on row, And those rows seem to grow and grow. Now and then, I go to stay At Grandma�s house to spend the day. I stand by her cupboard door, And peek at sacks I can�t ignore. She does almost anything, With her sacks and a piece of string, She makes hats and masks for me �� The best toys I ever did see. Grandma never seems to care, If I take sacks she has stored there. She smiles and gives them to me, Winks and says: �Oh fiddle-de-dee.� But what I really like best�.. What always makes me happiest, It lifts my heart and thrills it �.. When she takes a sack and fills it! Whatever sacks are made for, They are much more superior, And sure do come in handy, To carry my Grandma�s candy. She takes a wrinkled old sack, And using her own special knack, She makes it once more complete, Filling it with a tasty treat. I like where my Grandma lives, I like the surprises she gives, I like snuggling close to her, For there�s no one who�s jollier. But the one thing I like most�� More than her gifts of which I boast, Even more than her tempting snacks ��. I�m glad Grandma saves paper sacks! |
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