GROWING OLD WITH GRACIE

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Western Maryland, United States

Friday, March 2, 2012

Gracie-I-Am

I am Gracie.

I am Gracie.
Gracie I am


That Gracie-I-am
That Gracie-I-am!

I do not like
That Gracie-I-am



Do you like
The way she ran?



I do not like it
Gracie-I-am
I do not like
The way she ran.



Would you like her
To tear you to bits?

I would not like her to tear me to bits.
Would you like her if she tossed you in fits?
I would not like her to toss me in fits.

Would you like if your squeakers she chews?
I would not like if my squeakers she chews.
Would you like if she chews on mom’s shoes?
I would not like her to chew on mom’s shoes.



I would not like if my squeaker she chews.
I would not like if she tossed me in fits.
I would not like her to tear me to bits.
I do not like the way she ran.
I do not like that Gracie-I-am.



She whines. She cries. She’s In the way.
She thinks I’m here ‘cause I have to stay.
But I’m Wally Gator and that’s no mystery…
I’ve wrestled the best and she’ll soon be history.

And then I’ll be the chosen one,
Who eats broiled chicken and has all the fun.
So she better be careful ‘cause she’s no match for me.
That Gracie-I-am will be homeless and free.



Mom likes me better ,
Miss Gracie-I-am.
So you better watch out.
Go away! Get lost! Scram!!