Every time he saw his granny,
He treated her, as his slave.
He ordered her to go and carry,
To sell and buy, cook a curry.
In her eyes, he could do no wrong.
As in her heart, he did belong.
So she continued to do as she was told,
Until one day, she said, no.
The Boy was shocked to the core,
He only asked his granny for more.
Having extra, was not good for him at all,
He realised Granny, was not his slave, after all.