A little girl of only three
Said, Grandpa, will you read to me?
And from her tiny hands he took
Her brightly colored story book.

Up in his lap she climbed and curled
To him the dearest in the world.
But Grandpa's eyes were weak and squint,
He knew he couldn't read the print.

Yet in his eagerness to please
He gave the lass a little squeeze
And as he turned each page he read
Great stories that were in his head.

Then smiling up into his face,
She said, with all her childish grace.
Grandpa, I know what makes you frown,
The pictures all are upside down.

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