Oh, my grandmother,
The one with the hair,
The one always,
Sitting on the chair.
It's wooden and brown,
Places on the docks
Did I mention it
Also Rocks?
A rocking chair
Thats the name
It rocks and rocks
All day
My grandmother would
Always be fair
but She couldn't live
Without her chair
Oh my grandmother,
She wouldn't dare
At least shes got her chair,
She doesn't care :)
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