My granddaughter is a brave little girl.
A brave little girl is she.
When she falls down and skins her knee,
She doesn’t cry.
She doesn’t fret.
She just says oh-my-heck.
When her throat is sore ,
her voice all hoarse
and her ears go ting -a-ling.
She doesn’t cry.
She doesn’t sigh.
She just lies down and says oh-my.
When we walk to the creek on a summer day,
Sit on a rock and swing our legs.
An ant comes out to tell us hi.
Sarah jumps up near high as the sky.
Her eyes go wild.
Her knees go weak
She stands and screams eek- eek- eek.
Get back Jack, Get back Jack.
But my granddaughter is a brave little girl.
A brave little girl is she.
When she bumps her head,her nose is red
Or her teacup springs a leak.
She doesn’t worry.
She doesn’t fret.
She just says oh-golly-heck