They were always there and ready,
When you needed some advice,
And their sewing, I can tell you,
Was available and nice.
Well, Grandma's not deserted you,
She dearly loves you still.
You just won't find her cooking,
Of that, she's had her fill.
She thinks about you daily,
You haven't been forsook.
Your photos are quite handy,
In her Pentium Notebook.
She scans her artwork now,
And combines it with cool sounds,
To make electronic greetings,
Printing pictures by the pound.
She's still there when you need her,
You really aren't alone.
She hangs out with her "puter" pals,
Just ring her on her cell phone.
You can also leave a message,
On her answering machine,
Or page her at her "puter" club,
She's been there since eight fifteen!
Yes, the world's a very different place,.
There is no doubt of that
So "E" her from her web page,
Or join her in a chat.
She's joined the electronic age,
This new world seems to suit her.
So don't expect the same old gal,
Cause Grandma's gone "Computer!"
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