Full Lyrics
Oh, mamma, what will grandpa do?
He’s gone away to heaven,
Without the silver spectacles
That Uncle John had given;
How can he read the papers there,
Or find his hickory staff?
He’ll put his coat on wrong side out,
And make the people laugh!
And when he takes the Bible down
And wipes the dusty lid,
He’ll never find his spectacles
Within its cover hid;
There won’t be any little girl
He likes as well as me,
To run and hunt them up for him
And put them on his knee.
Oh, dear! he’ll never find the place
About “the wicked flee,”
And how the bears ate children up,
(That used to frighten me):
So, mamma, if you’ll dress me up
Just like an angel bright,
I’ll fix our ladder ’gainst the sky
And take them up tonight.
