My grandma, she can make a soup
With a little a' this 'n' that
She can feed the whole sloop group
With a little a' this 'n' that
Stone soup! You know the story
Stone soup! Who needs the glory?
But with grandma cooking, no need to worry
Just a little a' this 'n' that
Grandma likes to make a garden grow
With a little a' this 'n' that
But she likes to have the ground just so
With a little a' this 'n' that
Not too loose and not too firm
In the spring, the ground's all got to be turned
In the fall, lots of compost, to feed the worms
With a little a' this 'n' that
Grandma knows we can build a future
With a little a' this 'n' that
And a few arguments never ever hurt ya
With a little a' this 'n' that
True, this world's in a helluva fix
And some say oil and water don't mix
But they don't know a salad-maker's tricks
With a little a' this 'n' that
The world to come may be like a song
With a little a' this 'n' that
To make ev'rybody want to sing along
With a little a' this 'n' that
A little dissonance ain't no sin
A little skylarking to give us all a grin
Who knows but God's got a plan for the people to win
With a little a' this 'n' that