Hoots, howls and belly growls;
Grandpa growled at me
while I was sitting on his lap,
just resting, peacefully
It started slow and low;
I hardly hear it coming;
got louder, louder, louder;
sounded like a bear, or something.
Now Grandpa didn't mean it;
didn't mean to growl at me
'cause I raised up to look at him
and he was sleeping,
I could see!
-Joy S. Barefoot
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