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.”