Whoop-tee-do and icky-poo, my grand-daughter I love you.
Sticky suckers in my car, and grass hoppers in a jar.
Grandma’s girl with her new bike, trying to make it go right.
I can’t, I can’t—you can, you can! You big doll you’re bound to win.
Little sweetheart of our lives, with those big brown eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem