Sometimes before I go to bed

I \'member things that Grandpa said

When I sat close beside his knee

And Grandpa laid his hand on me.

I \'member how he\'d smile and say,

"Well, what did Sonny do to-day?"

\'Cause Grandpa always liked to know

(I s\'pose that\'s why I miss him so).

I never had to coax and plead

For things I really didn\'t need:

I\'d \'splain it in an off-hand way

And Grandpa brought it home next day.

When I grow up I\'d like to be

A grandpa with a boy like me

To live with and to bring things to:

That\'s what I\'d like the most to do.

I\'d rummage \'round and hunt about

For things the boy could do without,

Because you see of course I\'d know