Amazing Grace

Into our life frolicked a woman named Grace.
She skittered and wiggled all over the place.
Remember the day she met Reverend Bill.
She heard the music and got such a thrill.
She jumped up and Boogied, and started to play.
I thought in almost an appropriate way.
But Oh No! here comes the Doc.
He told Miss Grace she could not rock.

She has these armpits that are so scary.
And it's not because they are excessively hairy.
Like in the Bermuda Triangle things get lost.
Don't get close to her at any cost.
Token, scissors, phones, books they all disappear.
Little Robin looks at her with horrible fear.
One day she stole the great big arm to my chair.
It stuck out of her pit, she thought I wasn't aware.
Then there was a watermelon in her pit.
She tried real hard but it just wouldn't fit.
Next it was the toilet seat she tried to hide.
She strolled off and was so satisfied.
The next day it was a purple Frisbee,
She sat with it tucked displaying such glee.
She sat in her chair with that cute little smile.
"She can't see it" she thought "I'll keep it a while."
I hold out my hand for her to give it to me.
She says, "Not Grace's?" as quick as can be.

She knows she's an imp with that devilish laugh.
That's why she's among favorites of many staff.
She says wonderful words we don't want to hear.
We get on her nerves that's very clear.
She cusses and fusses and calls us all names.
Cause we don't play by her rules in her "Grace Games"

©1990
 

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