Our Chubby GrandPa

Our chubby grandpa always smiling, eating and joking
Sitting behind his great piano trying to write
And suddenly his throat narrows, he starts choking
A long journey‘s ahead, is he gonna win the fight?

Our chubby grandpa who loved food and feast
He‘s sitting in the chair, rubbing his gray hair
Thinking "Will I ever kill that beast?
Is my work here done yet? It‘s not fair!"

Our skinny grandpa always full of humor
He is lying in bed, his spirit almost gone
And from the inside is being eaten by that evil tumor
He can never fall asleep until the dawn.

Our skinny grandpa trying to catch the last breath
Lying in his mortal bed, scared by his fears
He knows she‘s coming, the lady in black called "Death"
Our chubby grandpa, see you in 100 years...