On my tippie toes

Walking in my shorts on my tippy toes, 6 in the morning, abuelo where are you? I sneak in kitchen, he's not there Momma says, "darling wait he'll be back" I take a deep breath, dance around some more, I sniff the flowers, he got me the day before I squeal with excitement when I see him at the door, He says, "honey don't run, we've got a long way to go", so I imitate his walk for a while or so, As we walk down the road, again I'm on my tippy toes, I wanna run but I don't wanna go, I say, "abuelo can I run?, they're getting ahead of me" And he holds my hand and says, "don't you dare run, we've got a long way to go"