I have a dear old Grandpa
For whom I nightly pray
He has a set of whiskers
They’re always in the way
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Oh, they’re always in the way
The cows eat them for hay
They hide the dirt on Grandpa’s shirt
They’re always in the way
My Grandpa was a soldier
He fooled the enemy
He wrapped his whiskers ‘round him
They thought he was a tree
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My Grandpa was a swimmer
No bathing suit for him
He tied his whiskers ‘round his waist
And then he dove right in
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My Grandpa had a strong back
Now it’s all caved in
He stepped upon his whiskers
And walked up to his chin
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I have a dear old Grandma
She likes his whiskers too
She uses them for dusting
And cleaning out the flue
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