
Yes, I can
hear their
whispers They think that
I'm antique Well I don't
care what they
say I know that I'm
unique!
Antiques are
hard to come by So please just
have a look
Take your time
and look around
I know that
you'll ALL get
hooked
Keep those eyes
right on the
prize Yes you know that would
be me Of course you
know without a
doubt What A cool
Granny I must be
 I can tell you
stories They'd make your
hair just rise Got good secrets
I want to tell But know that's
just not too wise
Well don't you
ever count me
out I'm chipper
bright and gay Wanna' have fun.. let's go I say I'm ridin' my
Harley today
Yes, I still
hear their
whispers
I see the stares
I get
I hear them say
that "Granny
Rocks"
I just say "You
Bet"
Revision of original poem by Francine Pucillo




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