She took to eating lunch and tea
While sitting in her favourite tree.
She tried to fly one late June day
(No, not in the conventional way,
But from the window, with an umbrella)
Even though we tried to tell her:
"Do not do it, granny dear."
She simply said she could not hear.
I asked her why she'd done all this;
She said that I should know,
That grandmas aren't all they seem,
That though they're old and slow,
Exciting thoughts are going on -
It's just that they don't show.
Excerpts from My Granny was a frightful bore (but she isn't any more)
by Nanette Newman and Beryl Cook