Oh What Fun |
Sometimes on Sundays Off we went To Grandpas place Where the day we spent Quiet a long drive We couldn't wait Those lucious hot dogs That was our bait Grandpa had the Fire all aglow We got out screaming And his ears he'd hold The sticks were all there By the fireside The points all widdled Grandpas most special pride We slid on the dogs And off we'd run And stick em in the fire Until nice and done I liked mine black Cracked and split I had to be careful Not to burn the stick We would run and play And jump and sit And eat those hot dogs Till we all got sick The ride back home Was very long Those dogs in us Churned clear till dawn Finally we drifted Off to sleep Those Sundays at Grandpas Memories to keep Written by: Sally Matheson 2/11/2001 |
