Granny Cookies

A heartwarming sonnet about our childhood memories at Flathead Lake. But seriously, it made our grandma cry. ;) LYRICS: We've been at Flathead Lake for like 50 years straight. When we're asked to come, we do not hesitate. We hop up in the car and drive to Flathead Lake. We swim up on the shore and go tubing all day. Let's play some dress-up. What do you say? We'll make Karlie be the granny and Zach be a chick, But he doesn't get to choose. No, he doesn't get to pick! Readin' "Brown Bear, Brown Bear"; that's how we roll! Stealin' cookies from the jar; that is our goal! And now we're watering flowers like Grandma said we should. We're makin' a quilt, but it won't be done soon! Sail to Wild Horse Island to scope out some deer. If you get up on skis, ee-everyone cheers! Pickin' flowers and some bark from a tree. Make those dream boats and send them out to sea... We're back at the lake and we're feelin' so fly. It's good to be back. Yeah, we've had some good times. We'll never forget the memories we've shared, But it's not over yet. We'll have many more years.

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