A few more verses:

My grandpa was a soldier
He fooled the enemy
He wrapped his whiskers round him
They thought he was a tree.

My grandpa was a swimmer
No bathing suit for him
He tied his whiskers round his waist
And then he dove right in.

I have a dear old grandma
She likes his whiskers too
She uses them for dusting
And cleaning out the flue.

From Campfire Songs, YMCA Camp Loowit.
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