There lives a host of special toys.
Bottle tops, lost spoons and Teagasc papers
On grass and feed and growing beef from your seat.
Under Grandad’s chair
Far back where my little hand can reach
Lives ‘gurl’ and rag time ‘ra ra’
Far back where they slid underneath.
Under Grandad’s chair lives
‘Cah’ that goes ‘beep’
Far back where it crashed below the ‘seet’.
Under Grandad’s chair lives dust
And ‘do do’* , ‘do do’, ‘do do’
Far back where I can’t …
Far back where I can’t stretch .
One more week and maybe I can reach…