GREAT GRAND DAD





Great grand dad when the land was young, 

Barred his door with a wagon tongue,

For times was tough and the redskins mocked,

And he said his prayers with his shotgun cocked.



Great grand dad was a busy man,

Cooked his grub in a frying pan,

Picked his teeth with his hunting knife,

And wore the same suit all his life.



Twenty-one children came to bless

The old man’s home in the wilderness,

Doubt this statement if you can,

Great grand dad was a busy man!



Twenty-one boys and not one bad,

They never got fresh with great grand dad!

If they had he’d have been right glad

To t an their hides with a hickory gad, 



He raised them rough but he raised them strong,

When their feet took hold on the road to wrong, 

He straightened them out with the old ramrod,

And filled them full of the fear of God.



They grew strong in heart and hand,

A firm foundation of our land,

They made the best citizens we ever had;

We need more men like great grand dad.



Grand dad died at eighty-nine,

Twenty-one boys he left behind,

Times have changed but you never can tell,

You might yet do half as well.