Yes I can hear their whispers
They think that I'm antique
Well I don't care what they say
I know that I'm unique

Antiques are hard to come by
So please just have a look
Take your time and look around
I know that you'll get hooked

Keep those eyes right on the prize
Yes you know that would be me
Of course you know without a doubt
What A cool Granny I must be

I can tell you stories
They'd make your hair just rise
Got good secrets I want to tell
But know that's not too wise


Well don't you ever count me out
I'm chipper bright and gay
Wanna have some fun come on
I'm ridin' my Harley today

Yes I still hear their whispers
I see the stares I get
I hear them say that "Granny Rocks"
I just say "You Bet"

Revision of poem written by Francine Pucillo