Granny's come to our house, And ho
my lawzy-daisy
All the childern round the place Is ist a-runnin' crazy
Fetched a cake fer little Jake, And fetched a pie fer Nanny, And fetched a pear fer all the pack That runs to kiss their Grann...
Through every nook and every
The wind blew in on poor old
Around her knees, into each ear(And up her nose as well,
I fear)All through the night the wind grew
Here, in her elbow chair, she sits A soul alert, alive,
A poor old body shrunk and bent— The queen-bee of the hive
But hives of bees and hives of men Obey their several laws;
No fiercely-loving filial throng This mother-head adores...