Thanks for being my grandpa,
You showed me so many things,
You taught me how to fly a kite
And pushed me on the swings.

When I was just a baby,
That hook above your door,
Used to have my bucket swing on,
We should put it there once more.

Now you have great grandchildren,
Maybe they would like that swing,
In your memory, what you taught us,
We need to show them everything.

Thanks for being my grandpa,
We always used to go fishing,
I think you maybe got annoyed,
When the luncheon meat went missing!

One for me then one for the fish,
That’s the way it would be
But you always made sure we were fed,
Bacon and egg butties and tea.

They had to be a certain way though,
With butter right up to the crusts!
Then we used to keep them warm on the way,
On the car heaters, it was a must!

Thanks for being my grandpa,
And introducing me to a good song,
Bee gee’s, Boney M, Tina turner,
I have liked these for so long.

Every Saturday night,
After visiting your mum and dad,
Driving back in that old Volvo,
You would play these, for that I am glad.

Now I hear them I have a memory,
Of when you used to sing,
Even to Shania Twain,
I think you liked anything!

Thanks for being my grandpa,
And a great grandpa too,
You will be missed so very much,
But we have great memories of you.