When Grandma visits you, my dears,
Be good as you can be;
Don't put hot waffles in her ears,
Or beetles in her tea.
Don't sew a pattern on her cheek
With worsted or with silk;
Don't call her naughty names in Greek,
Or spray her face with milk.
Don't drive a staple in her foot,
Don't stick pins in her head;
And, oh, I beg you, do not put
Live embers in her bed.
These things are not considered kind;
The worry her, and tease -
Such cruelty is not refined
It always fails to please.
Be good to Grandma, little chaps,
Whatever else you do;
And then she'll grow to be - perhaps -
More tolerant of you.