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Grandparents Day Songs & Poems
Grandparent-centric songs and poems in honor of National Grandparents Day
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Songs
Drove My Chevy to the Levee on Grandparents DayDrove My Chevy to the Levee on Grandparents Day
Take American Pie, update the lyrics by many years, and you've got an anthem
By Michael Milligan
Last month, my longtime friend, Augie, and I
treated ourselves to a golf weekend in Northern California. But before
we could leave, we had to promise our wives, our cardiologists, and the
executors of our wills that we would abstain from eating, drinking, or
smoking anything that was not good for us.
Our first night in the elegant dining room of our hotel — as Augie ordered a second bottle of Merlot, and I wiped a big glob of full-fat sour cream from my chin -— I casually asked if he planned to see his grandchildren on Grandparents Day.
"Grandparents Day? What are you talking about?" he bellowed, as if I'd just asked if he'd ever had a bikini wax.
I explained that Grandparents Day is celebrated every year on the first Sunday after Labor Day, September 7 this year.
"Oh, really?" Augie said, amused. Then, for the enjoyment of the entire dining room, he added, "What's the second Sunday after Labor Day — National Gastroenterology Day?" Augie always enjoys a good joke.
But he got me thinking. Were there other grandparents like him, unaware of the holiday designed to honor them? So I conducted an informal poll of the other diners, and I learned two things: 1) Most people don't like taking polls during dinner. 2) Most grandparents had never heard of Grandparents Day.
Especially surprising was one older couple who said, "We're not grandparents. Why would we know about Grandparents Day?"
"Well, you're not groundhogs, either!" Augie was quick with a response. "Follow my drift?" Then he howled and walloped the fellow on the back. It was about this time that the maitre d' suggested that we might enjoy the ambience of the veranda.
While sitting in a lounge chair, enjoying a verboten cigar and some brandy, I had a eureka moment — a gimmick to make Grandparents Day a major holiday.
"A song!," I said, leaping to my feet.
"Sure," Augie replied with a shrug. "What would you like to hear?"
I hit him with my theory ... What Grandparents Day needs to be a major holiday is its own song! Just like Christmas, Easter, and New Year's Eve. Surprisingly, Augie stopped being a goofball and readily agreed; and together we created the following gift for grandparents everywhere. You can thank us later. But now, sing it loud and proud to the tune of Don McLean's American Pie.
Verse 1
A long, long, time ago,
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
I'd totally crank up The Rolling Stones
But now I'm into Norah Jones
And Radio Disney is programmed on my Buick's dial
Verse 2
Every New Year's Eve we had a blast
But by and large, those eves are past
Now the grandkids all sleep over
And we toast Big Bird and Grover
Verse 3
I can't recall the specific date
But mmmmm, that breakfast tasted great
And it was only two bucks, ninety-eight
The day of my first senior rate
Chorus
So, bye-bye, Miss Lucy in the sky
And poodle skirts, and madras shirts, and nuns who could fly
Now I'm a good old grandpa, healthy and spry
Still kicking, but just not as high
And the grandkids think I'm a great guy
Verse 4
Did you read about Dick and Jane?
She claims she's size six; he bathes in Rogaine
'Cause Madison Avenue told them so
And can you name all the Mouseketeers?
Not the new ones, like Britney Spears
And did you go 'round the world with your Duncan yo-yo?
Verse 5
Well, I saw the grandkids in your vintage Corvair
They had their iPods, you had no hair
You all started singing the blues
It's a bond you don't wanna lose ...
Verse 6
I used to be a star in football and track
But today we played touch and I threw out my back
The kids just said, Gee, that's really wack
But they still say I'm a great guy
So bye-bye, Miss Lucy in the sky...
And now, before Don McLean can kill us softly, Augie and I have left the building. Have a wonderful Grandparents Day.
Our first night in the elegant dining room of our hotel — as Augie ordered a second bottle of Merlot, and I wiped a big glob of full-fat sour cream from my chin -— I casually asked if he planned to see his grandchildren on Grandparents Day.
"Grandparents Day? What are you talking about?" he bellowed, as if I'd just asked if he'd ever had a bikini wax.
I explained that Grandparents Day is celebrated every year on the first Sunday after Labor Day, September 7 this year.
"Oh, really?" Augie said, amused. Then, for the enjoyment of the entire dining room, he added, "What's the second Sunday after Labor Day — National Gastroenterology Day?" Augie always enjoys a good joke.
But he got me thinking. Were there other grandparents like him, unaware of the holiday designed to honor them? So I conducted an informal poll of the other diners, and I learned two things: 1) Most people don't like taking polls during dinner. 2) Most grandparents had never heard of Grandparents Day.
Especially surprising was one older couple who said, "We're not grandparents. Why would we know about Grandparents Day?"
"Well, you're not groundhogs, either!" Augie was quick with a response. "Follow my drift?" Then he howled and walloped the fellow on the back. It was about this time that the maitre d' suggested that we might enjoy the ambience of the veranda.
While sitting in a lounge chair, enjoying a verboten cigar and some brandy, I had a eureka moment — a gimmick to make Grandparents Day a major holiday.
"A song!," I said, leaping to my feet.
"Sure," Augie replied with a shrug. "What would you like to hear?"
I hit him with my theory ... What Grandparents Day needs to be a major holiday is its own song! Just like Christmas, Easter, and New Year's Eve. Surprisingly, Augie stopped being a goofball and readily agreed; and together we created the following gift for grandparents everywhere. You can thank us later. But now, sing it loud and proud to the tune of Don McLean's American Pie.
Verse 1
A long, long, time ago,
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
I'd totally crank up The Rolling Stones
But now I'm into Norah Jones
And Radio Disney is programmed on my Buick's dial
Verse 2
Every New Year's Eve we had a blast
But by and large, those eves are past
Now the grandkids all sleep over
And we toast Big Bird and Grover
Verse 3
I can't recall the specific date
But mmmmm, that breakfast tasted great
And it was only two bucks, ninety-eight
The day of my first senior rate
Chorus
So, bye-bye, Miss Lucy in the sky
And poodle skirts, and madras shirts, and nuns who could fly
Now I'm a good old grandpa, healthy and spry
Still kicking, but just not as high
And the grandkids think I'm a great guy
Verse 4
Did you read about Dick and Jane?
She claims she's size six; he bathes in Rogaine
'Cause Madison Avenue told them so
And can you name all the Mouseketeers?
Not the new ones, like Britney Spears
And did you go 'round the world with your Duncan yo-yo?
Verse 5
Well, I saw the grandkids in your vintage Corvair
They had their iPods, you had no hair
You all started singing the blues
It's a bond you don't wanna lose ...
Verse 6
I used to be a star in football and track
But today we played touch and I threw out my back
The kids just said, Gee, that's really wack
But they still say I'm a great guy
So bye-bye, Miss Lucy in the sky...
And now, before Don McLean can kill us softly, Augie and I have left the building. Have a wonderful Grandparents Day.
Take American Pie, update the lyrics by many years, and you've got an anthem. more lyrics »
Grandpa's Little Girl (Based on Daddy's Little Girl)
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You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold,
You're Grandpa's Little Girl to have and hold.
A precious gem is what you are;
Your Grandma's bright and shining star.
You're the Spirit of Christmas, our star on the tree.
You're the Easter Bunny to Grandma and me,
Like the angels that sing, you're a Heavenly Thing
'Cause you're Grandpa's Little Girl.
You're Grandpa's Little Girl to have and hold.
A precious gem is what you are;
Your Grandma's bright and shining star.
You're the Spirit of Christmas, our star on the tree.
You're the Easter Bunny to Grandma and me,
Like the angels that sing, you're a Heavenly Thing
'Cause you're Grandpa's Little Girl.
You're the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold,
You're Grandpa's Little Girl to have and hold. more lyrics »
Grandpa’s Lullaby (A Song for Anya)
"Grandpa's Lullaby (A Song for Anya)" Song Lyrics
By Bruce A. Kleinlein
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So sweet the baby, so sweet the baby,
reaching little hands, wandering little eyes.
So sweet the baby, so sweet the baby,
Grandpa’s little girl, Grandma’s precious one.
A product of our children, sent from up above.
This tiny little baby, that brings to us new love.
So sweet the baby, so sweet the baby,
Looking up at me, I’m all that she can see.
So sweet the baby, so sweet the baby,
I hope someday she’ll know, how I love her so.
Every single moment, precious as can be.
There’s nothing like this grandchild,
that brings this warmth to me.
Repeat beginning
Ending: So sweet the baby.
reaching little hands, wandering little eyes.
So sweet the baby, so sweet the baby,
Grandpa’s little girl, Grandma’s precious one.
A product of our children, sent from up above.
This tiny little baby, that brings to us new love.
So sweet the baby, so sweet the baby,
Looking up at me, I’m all that she can see.
So sweet the baby, so sweet the baby,
I hope someday she’ll know, how I love her so.
Every single moment, precious as can be.
There’s nothing like this grandchild,
that brings this warmth to me.
Repeat beginning
Ending: So sweet the baby.
So sweet the baby, so sweet the baby,
reaching little hands, wandering little eyes. more lyrics »
Grandparents
A Song for Grandma and Grandpa - Song Lyrics
By Johnny Prill
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Oh Grandma, Grandpa, you know that I love you
I love all those little things that you say and do
A walk through the park, a trip to the zoo
Oh Grandma, Grandpa I love you
Verse One:
Going to a ball game, fishing on the lake
Eating Grandma's cookies, boy they sure taste great
Going to the circus when it comes to town
Eating cotton candy and laughing at the clowns
Chorus:
Oh Grandma, Grandpa, you know that I love you
I love all those little things that you say and do
A hug and a kiss, a ride home from school
Oh Grandma, Grandpa I love you
Verse Two:
Spending time together, talking on the phone
Happy birthday presents, chocolate ice cream cones
Photographs and memories, picnics and parades
Saying that you love me in so many ways
Chorus:
Oh Grandma, Grandpa, you know that I love you
I love all those little things that you say and do
The stories you tell, things I never knew
Oh Grandma, Gran
Who always brings happiness to our door... Grand parents!
Who is it who knows what birthdays are for... Grandparents! more lyrics »
Poems
Grandparents Day Diamond PoemHAPPY GRANDPARENTS DAY!
September 13, 2009 is Grandparents Day, a great day to think about how much your grandparents
mean to you. Describe how you feel about one of your grandparents, or someone else who is special
to you, in a diamond poem.
A diamond poem starts with a description of one thing, then switches to a description of something
else. It's easy to write one — just follow the directions under each line. When you're done, you can
read it starting from the top or the bottom.
My Grandparent and Me
[the name you call your grandparent]
[three verbs about your grandparent that end in –ing — things they like to do]
[four nouns that go along with you and your grandparent — things you both like, or have in common]
[three verbs about you that end in –ing]
[two adjectives about you]
[your name]
[two adjectives about your grandparent — words that describe him or her]
NAME ______________________________ DATE ______________________
On the back of this paper, or on a separate piece of paper, draw a picture of you and
your grandparent (or grandparents) together, doing one of the things you included in your
diamond poem.
Take a look at our Grandparents' Day Diamond Poem. Fill it out, have some fun! Diamond Poem »
Funny Poems About Grandparents
Funny Poems for Grandparents
Poet Howard Eisenberg's ten original grandparent poems about grandma, grandpa, and their grandkids. Funny and touching - grandmothers will adore these little poems.
By Howard Eisenberg
Poet Howard Eisenberg has written some truly funny rhymes and poems, collected in an anthology called Toddler Empire. Here are some of our favorites »
Grandparents Day is the second Sunday of September. In the years since
Jimmy Carter first declared Grandparents Day a national holiday in
1978, we’ve been following his call to reflect on the impact
grandparents have on our own lives — and on society. In that spirit,
we’ll help you celebrate the grands in your life with creative gifts,
activities for the whole family, and more.
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