Grandpa's Farm

The little red shed

That we always played in

And all of our games

That you would always win

We ran all around

At grandpa's old farm place

Picking up "treasures"

As if it were a race

We out them all back

In our little red shed

Then back to the house

So that we would be fed

Then we'd run outside

As soon as we all could

To play the next game

Which would always be good

We'd run through the barn

And all around the trees

And everywhere else

Cuz we go where we please

And then at night

But not until it's dark

We'd go back inside

Until the morning's lark