I went to visit my grandson one day
He’s such a sweet boy, and loves to play.
He ran to greet me and to my critical eye
He had dirt on his face, but a great big smile.
I said to my grandson, your jeans are all tore
He smiled up at me and said, yes I have more.
But these jeans have been in battle
They fought off pirates and Indians and wild animals to,
I wouldn’t trade them for a dozen of new.
They bend and they stretch, the pocket are good,
They go with me to battle and into the woods.
So you see grandma, you have to be fair,
For these jeans are my favorite pair.