The old man sits in his rocking chair.
It squeaks while he rocks, but he doesn't care.
His eyes twinkle blue, and his hair is white.
And oh! The tales he could tell, If he might.
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Tell us the story! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! I got all anxious to hear one from Grandpa! a lovely write, took me right there