Greta loved playing Nana’s old piano more than anything in the world. More than eating Nana’s cookies. More than using Nana’s bubble bath. Even more (just a little bit more) than playing
Nana’s Piano
Best Friend
He never criticizes me,He’s always close at hand,When I am out of sorts or sad,He seems to understand. He doesn’t give me good advice,Or tell me not to fail,But gives my hand a sticky lick,And wags his little tail. ■
