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Grandpa, teach me; you make things fun

My parents don’t care how; they just want it done

I’m unruly, and they say I’m beyond all hope

They’ve called you because they’re at the end of their rope

You seem very strict when they are looking

Scold me for not eating my mom’s cooking

But as soon as they turn you stick your tongue out at me

As soon as they’ve gone you mock me and act all silly

We go celebrate a holiday that I’ve never heard of

By allowing me to throw paint like them, you show me your love

My parents are busy and very set in their ways

But you let me be myself and shower me with praise

We got back just before they did

And where we’d been we hid

Now they think I sat here and you cracked me

But we know the truth, what happened really