Where have all the Grandmas gone

In the dim and distant past, when life's tempo wasn't fast, Grandmas used to rock and knit, crochet, snooze and baby-sit. When the kids were in a jam, they could always call on 'Gram', In the days of gracious living, Grandma was the gal for giving.

But today she's in the gym, exercising to keep slim, She's off touring with the bunch, or taking a client out to lunch.

She's off north to ski or curl, all her days are in a whirl, Nothing seems to block her, now that Grandmas off her rocker.