Poor Grandpa!!




Grandma's Surfin' The Net

Grandma used to make us cherry pies
and call us on the phone.
She would talk to us for hours; 
now she leaves us all alone.

We miss her homemade biscuits 
and I'll make this little bet
If you want to contact Grandma,
you'll have to surf the net.

Grandma's surfin' the net, 
yes, she's surfin' the net.
We've been calling her all morning
and we haven't got her yet.

She's on her e-mail network 
with all her electronic friends.
If you want to talk to Grandma,
you'll have to surf the net.

Grandma's never surfed at Malibu 
or caught a wave at Waikiki.
She's never seen a surf board; hang
ten doesn't mean a thing, you see.

She's never met a beach bum;
to her, Moon Doggie is just a pup.
But when she heads to her computer,
you know the surf is up.

Grandma's getting older 
and her eyes are getting dim.
Her random access memory is
half of what it's been.

When St. Peter comes to call,
she'll say I can't go yet.
He'll have to wait on Grandma,
'cause Grandma's surfin' the net.


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