wlwoodruff
07-19-2010, 04:13 PM
My grandfather used to recite a poem around the 4th of July every year. It was about a little boy who "got up at four and crept downstairs to the big front door . . ." then he went outside and lit some fireworks and then "he came in at breakfast with one black eye and said, ah, ma, I'm so glad it's the fourth of July." It then goes on until at the end of the day, he is totally beaten up from lighting fireworks, etc but he's still glad it's the fourth of July. None of my family can remember all the words and my grandfather passed on several years ago. Does anyone know the words to this poem? Thanks!