He looked about with sober face;
Then clasps his hands and shuts his eyes,
And sister says he's saying grace.
He says long words that I don't know;
I'm only six years old—but then
I know two words he always says,
And one is "thanks" and one's "Amen."
While walking in my grandpa's woods
We saw a squirrel, big and gray;
He held a nut between his paws,