Tumbling Granny Flipping around Scared of nothing Not even the ground Feet flopping about She did lots of flips If she knew you were looking She also did splits Her hands held up high She ran down the hill At an olympic speed To show us her skill She ran too fast, The hill to steep Her single steps Looked more like leaps But tumbling granny Never fails She muscled up Tough as nails Her arms straight ahead and a smile on her face “Woohoo!” she said! As she ran her own race! I few good cartwheels Got her going “Look at Granny! She’s still rolling!” She rolled a mile Then rolled two more Right down the road And past the store We ran behind her Keeping pace It felt more like A game of chase Tumling Granny laughed And giggled Her old lady belly Started to jiggle As she rolled up a hill She came to a stop Just a few feet Before reaching the top She cheered at her venture “What a fun way to roam! I think I’ll do it again All the way home!”