Poncho Low

Grandpa called me Poncho
a nick name he had given,
"Everyone needs a nick name,"
he said, no other reason given.
Yes you're my little poncho
so grab your fishing pole,
lets go catch us dinner
from the pond just down below.
I followed right behind him
down the hill so grassy green,
to the little fishing lake
he built for grandma- his queen.
Grandpa called me Poncho Low
when ere I was in trouble
the worse thing I could do round him
was chew on ice he put into my water.
Grandpa called me Poncho
a name not heard for years,
It's really just a little sad
when you lose a name so dear.
Grandpa called me poncho
a nickname I won't forget,
so when my days are over
standing by the pearly gates,
I'm sure I'll hear my name,
"Poncho."
Then I'll hear him say,
"Grab your fishing pole
Let's go catch our dinner."