I like to walk with
Grandma,
Her steps are short like mine,
She doesn't say "Now hurry up,"
She always takes her time.
I like to walk with
Grandma.
Her eyes see things like mine do.~
Wee pebbles bright, a funny cloud
Half hidden drops of dew.
Most people have to hurry
They do not stop and see,~
I'm glad that God made
Grandma,
Unrushed and young like me.
