The old biddy would call the chicks.
They hurry to her side.
Whenever there was trouble
It's there they would abide.
When the storm clouds threatened
Under her wings they'd stop.
As the sun would shine again
Out their heads would pop.
She would cluck to give direction.
Good things she would find.
She always showed them patience.
She was loving and so kind.
She did not know a greater hand
Had placed those little eggs
In her nest when she had gone
To rest her tired old legs.
Granny did not falter.
She stayed upon the nest.
She raised those little chicks.
Yes, Granny did her best
The time came for her to fly
To greater realms above.
There she found eternal rest
Provided by God's love.
Today we just say thank you
To the God who made us all.
Thank you, God for Granny.
She blessed us one and all.
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