Night at Grandma’s House

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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.”

    [illustration] Illustrated by Shauna Mooney