The Backyard Bungalow
Out the side door and through the backyard I run to my Grandmother, who’s always on guard To be sure that I am all safe and soundAnd give me milk and warm cookies Fresh baked and brown For I can go see her whenever I please My Grandmother lives close, she knows when I sneeze There are no hands to hold and no streets to cross My Grandmother watches, so I never get lost A little cottage just for her In my own backyard —which is what I prefer.
