I looked out for granny
I knew she was funny
On her hand she had money
She wanted to buy a bunny
She called me dear
Don’t be like a deer
Fast to drink beer
Just like your peer
She called me son
Under this sun
Never old a gun
Instead drive a van
On your table to have food
Chop some wood
To people be good
Jovial will be your mood
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