GRANDPAPA
Grandpapa lives at the end of the lane,
His cottage is small and its furniture plain;
No pony to ride on, no equipage grand,—
A garden, and just half an acre of land;
No dainties to dine off, and very few toys,—
Yet is grandpapa's house the delight of the boys.
Grandpapa once lived in one little room,
Grandpapa worked all day long at his loom:
He speaks with queer accent, does dear grandpapa,
And not half so well as papa and mamma.
The girls think his clothes are a little rough,
But the boys all declare they can't love him enough.
A man of the people in manners and mind,
Yet so honest, so tender, so clever, so kind:
Makes the best of his lot still, where'er it be cast.
A sturdy old Englishman, game to the last.
Though simple and humble and unknown to fame,
It's good luck to the boys to bear grandpapa's name!