When I was a little bitty boy
Just up off the floor
We used to go down to Grandma's house
Every month end or so
We'd have chicken pie, country ham
Home-made butter on the bread
But the best darn thing about Grandma'a house
Was the great big feather bed
It was nine feet high and six feet wide
Soft as a downy chick
It was made of the feathers of four-eleven geese
And a while roll of clothe for the tick
It could hold eight kids and four hound dogs
And the piggy that we stole form the shed
Didn't get much sleep but we had alot of fun
In Grandma's feather bed
After supper we'd sit around the fire