Over the river and through the park
To grandmother’s house we go;
The car knows the way, and quite well it may,
Since we go there too often, we know.
For grandmother’s meals are a symphony,
And grandmother’s pies are a treat
The delicatessen her labor doth lessen–
The bakery is just down the street).
Back out the jalopy; heigh ho and away!
Rouse the family from out of its stupor,
For this is the night of the Heavyweight fight–
And grandmother’s TV is super!
by Ray Romine Saturday, June 2, 1951
