I have a Boogie on my finger,
Now how could I've gotten this?
I've tried to get it off my finger,
With a shake, a woosh, a flick!
But this thing keeps hanging on!
It's hanging on like it was glued!
I think I got it from, Uncle John,
That would be something he would do!
I know it didn't come from me,
Because I NEVER pick!
Uncle John is such a Joker,
This could only been one of his tricks!
I'll give it like I got it,
With a hand shake to my friend, named Kyle,
I'll walk right up, put out my hand,
And give him more than, a handshake with a smile!
'HEE, HEE! '
Adorable, hope your grandson liked it! If he's like mine he will say, 'GRANDMA! ' That word has so much meaning! Best Wishes, Marilyn
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I would like to translate this poem
Ha Ha! Very funny and very lovable!