Night at Grandma’s House

By Dawn E. McCormick

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    When I spend the night at Grandma’s,

    I sleep in my mother’s bed,

    In the room that she once slept in,

    Where at night her prayers were said.

    And I bathe in Grandma’s bathtub

    With its funny little feet,

    And for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,

    Have what I like best to eat.

    Grandma lets me have some cocoa

    In a special, flowered cup;

    Instead of bed at eight o’clock,

    She says I may stay up.

    I guess it is no secret,

    But as plain as it can be—

    I love to go to Grandma’s house

    And be her “company.”

    Illustrated by Shauna Mooney