Little Andy
~Can I Ask You?~

Hi, Mr. God! It's me, little Andy.
You got some time to talk, today?
If you're too busy, I'll come back.
I don't have noth'n 'portant to say.

I was jest wonder'n,
What do you do most of the time;
Besides cleaning stars and stuff
And keep'n the skies a look'n fine?

Do you ever jest sit on the clouds
and hang your feet over the side?
And, do you watch us, sown here,
And can you take a cloud for a ride?

Mr. God, you got pets up there?
Daddy says you got lots of room to play.
Who mows the grass for you and
Who takes care of things when you're away?

Daddy, often, says He serves
A great big God. Is that so?
How big are you, and anyway, Mr. God, and 
Does Jesus go with you every where you go?

Do you take a lunch to work?
Do you drive a car or walk, or do you fly?
Do you have a 'puter up there
And are you every shy?

Do you plant the pretty flowers
Or do the angels do that for you?
And, if I ever came to visit,
What kinda things would I get to do?

How do you make the stars light up and
Where do you keep them through the day?
Or, do you take them, in the morning,
And clean and put them all a way?

Where do you go on vacation?
We're goin' to Grandma's, this year.
Mommy says she gets so lonely and cries a lot,
Since grandpa isn't here.

Maybe, you could come with us.
I'm sure it would be alright.
Daddy says you are everywhere.
So, where do you sleep at night?

Tell Jesus I came by, today.
Is He off fishing or sumthun more fun?
Tell Him I love him and you, too.
Now, I gotta run.

Thanks for lista'nun, Mr. God.
If you see Grandpa, tell him I said, "Hi"
Tell him we all miss him
And we try hard not to cry.

Tell him were watch'n grandma
And she's a gett'n better.
Bet'cha she would like for grandpa
To send her a nice letter.

I gotta go. Mama's calling'.
I love you a whole bunch
And Jesus, too, you know.
Mama's calling me for lunch.

See ya later. Bye.

From Little Andy

Copyright by Sandra Griffin