The Oshkosh B'Gosh overalls
A trademark of your own
The acres of farmland
You'd always call your home

You taught her "Oh Susanna"
You taught her Sheephead too
And she thought everyone
Had a Grandfather like you

You could fix near everything
If parts were left over--who cared?
You always were up to mischief for
Your honor was meant to be shared

You were a dancer, a farmer
An angel and a crook
You taught your grandkids lessons
You never learned from a book

Love must have given you nine lives
And she's glad to share a few
For it is a real treasure
To have a Grandfather like you!