Trip To Grandma's
Driving to grandma's on Sunday
Mom and I stay until Monday
Grandma's going to be so happy
But sometime it's a little too sappy
The ride there is always so long
But we always sing a great song
I hope we don't get a flat tire
Or even catch the car on fire
When we finally get there
I see her sitting in her chair
Her eyes light up with glee
When she finally see me
I will try not to cry
When it’s time to say goodbye
I give her a kiss
And hope she knows she will be missed
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