Gramma lives a very strange life
she would make you a very strange wife,
A dog took a bite,
as she was breaking up a fight,
It broke her wrist in to
she said ''there there its ok''
as her wrist was turning blue.




Gramma lives a very strange life
she would make you a very strange wife
ranchers give her twine, from their
bales of hay,
she makes her kennals from it,
weaving 50 foot a day
she weaves as high as she can reach,
multi-colored fences

that make the neighbors screech.




Gramma lives a very strange life
she would make you a very strange wife,
she plants her garden with dog-hair,
all her hanging basketts have a fuzzy flair.



she teaches martail arts with a stick,
or makes you re-do your cresent kick.




Gramma lives a very strange life
she would make you a very strange wife,
she gathers her dog-hair by the gunny
sack full
Makes blanketts, like waterproff wool.



She quietly says''child, dog-hair is warm,
we're going to need these in the coming
world-wide storm''.




Gramma lives a very strange life,
she would make you a very strange wife,
Gramma you're not very big,, she laughed,
and wispered''I'm very big inside''
Then she hooked up her team,
and took us for a sled - dog ride!!

Gramma lives a very strange life,
she would make you a very strange wife
My gramma's a musher, I'm going to
be one too,
So what does your Grampa do?




written by: Rebecca.


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