Grandpa's Yard

I dug a hole in Grandpa's yard

While Grandpa was asleep.

A great big hole in Grandpa's yard—

I dug it good and deep.

There's got to be some treasure here

Beneath the dirt and stones.

Some buried box or secret stash—

I feel it in my bones!

A hidden trove of pirates' gold,

Or gems from foreign shores,

Or eggs and skulls and fossil teeth

From ancient dinosaurs!

Or maybe Grandpa's yard has got

A ship from outer space

That crashed and brought a friend for me

From some unheard-of race.

And so I'll dig up Grandpa's yard

Until I find the prize.

I'm pretty sure he knows it's there—

It can't be a surprise!

’Cause usually he's sleepy,

And his favorite sound's a yawn,

But if some kids are near his house,

He yells, "Get off my lawn!"

It must be something special,

Since he’s always on his guard.

I just can’t wait to find what’s lurking

Under Grandpa’s yard!