My Grampa's Place

Raccoons are pesky critters
At my Grampa's Place
They get into all sorts of things
Put a frown on Grampa's face

Sometimes he sets a trap for them
But someone sets them free
I just don't know, Grampa
Do you think that someone's me?

It could be, prob'ly would be me
If I got the chance
But maybe it's the wood sprites
Out for their evening dance

Or maybe it's a fairy queen
In sparkling evening dress
Who rescues woodland creatures
When they're in distress

I know you love horses
And the deer around your place
Maybe you could learn to love
A raccoon's little face

Poem by Alice C. Bateman
Written for Baylee Arnold

Background Set by Moon & Back Graphics
Photo by Don Tietz, Baylee's Grampa