My Mana is a funny girl,
She makes us laugh a lot.
She's always looking for her keys,
Right in the parking lot.
She used to watch us once a week,
On Thursdays we would go,
And she would watch us very close,
Lest someone stub a toe.
Or choke or trip or fall or slip,
Or break an arm or leg.
She always made us buddy up,
We didn't make her beg (much). :)
She sang us songs about ourselves,
And it was so much fun.
We liked to listen to her tapes,
When every day was done.
My Mana is the best of grams.
We'll love forever more,
The grandma who, despite our falls,
Just loved us even more.
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