aren't many kids ~ so I'm led to understand,
Who can really and truly say, MY GRANDPA'S A
My Grandpa never gets older like kids who grow each
He doesn't even have wrinkles 'cause God made him
There's something' special 'bout him, and I know
what he says is true;
For he wants me to be fair and honest in everything
He takes me to parades, and I sit in his big red
I push the siren so very loud ~ you'd almost think
it was stuck!
At times his clothes smell funny; I hold my nose
and say "PEEE-UU!"
But I know it's from smoke and the kind of work he
has to do.
On Christmas and Thanksgiving ~ even Easter and
We visit Grandpa and Grandma where there's so many
things to do.
I know I'm really lucky; I'm the happiest kid in
Since I have someone I love and can say, MY
GRANDPA'S A FIREMAN.