SHE'S SOMEONE'S GRANDMOTHER -- Lu Mitchell
^^^ sung to the tune of "The Mountains of Mourne"

There's a little old lady who lives up the street.
Her home is so tidy, her house is so neat,
And no one could imagine, though they would try,
What this little old lady was doing on the sly.

She's someone's grandmother with hair snowy white,
But the FBI's hot on her trail tonight.
She's down in Brazil with the janitor Hank
And the loot from the Kugelsville National Bank.

The Kugelsville's Bank held an audit today
And I mean to tell you, there was all Hell to pay.
She filched all the money in tiny amounts
From over a hundred dormant accounts.

Children all loved her and grown-ups would vie
For a taste of her old fashioned blueberry pie.
No one suspected, not even Hank,
She was juggling the books at the Kugelsville Bank.

She worked twenty years without a vacation,
The president said, "that was real dedication."
On this subject, she remained very mute;
She simply smiled sweetly, and piled up the loot.

She gave to the church, and no thoughts were higher,
A voice like an angel was her's from the choir.
From her picture window, there glows no more light,
She's dining in Rio Janeiro tonight.

I heard Lu Mitchell sing this when I lived in Dallas in the late '60s. It's based on a true story. I recall reading about it in the newspaper there.

Cheers, S. in Seattle