discussing things as they're said to be
said one to the other now listen you two
there's certain rumours that can't be true
that man descended from our noble race
the very idea is a disgrace
I've never known a mother monk
to leave her babies with others to bunk
or pass them on from one to another
'til they scarcely know who is their mother
here's another thing no monk would do
go out at night and get on a stew
or use a gun or club or knife
to take some other monkeys life
or build a fence round a coconut tree
starvation would force you to steel from me
yes, man descended, the orney cuss
but brothers he didn't descend from us
(my grandpa)
He spoke of the olden days to me
As he straighten my knight dress
He would call me his wee princess
Then he'd lay me in my bed
So gently he would stroke my head
Telling me to go to sleep
Down the hall I'de hear him creep
Grandpa's voice I do hear
As he speaks in accent clear
Sometimes while sitting on his knee
He would whisper, "I LOVE YOU" to me
Yes, Grandpa was the very best
To have known him I was truly blessed
To look at him, he was wrinkled and old
But He had a heart of gold
I waken from my dream, and wish that I could be
Tha same little girl, sitting on my Grandpa's knee !
