During world war two we were at war
Grandpa was a socialist you could not ignore
His idea of Socialism we all help each other
Those who worked those who did not still his brother
He worked hard ten hours a day and overtime
He put away for the poor most every earned dime
In the pantry, eggs, flower, sugar, Carnation milk powdered
In the ledgers his pride when he walked around drew glowers
He kept ledgers for when things got better they would pay him back
No amount of concern for others did my Grandpa lack
It didn't matter we were at war with those he helped they need food
They came to the door in blackness of night with their brood
One day they trashed his Motel "T" Ford
One of the few things he bought for himself he could afford
They wrote upon the side in red paint here lives a Communist
He left it there in pride and wrote I love my country a Socialist
Mom and Dad brought the kids who wrecked his car to the door
From the same families he was helping a fact one could not ignore
Grandpa died one day with my sister sitting on his lap
Kids he loved more than anything no compassion did he lack
The ledgers showed that when thing got better no one paid him back
And he didn't mind of coarse for it was Grandma keeping track