Mommy says Great-Grandpa was a talker—
With lots and lots to say.
And that the world may never hear another,
Who can talk the Norman way.
Mommy says he must have had a racing mind,
One that seldom settled down,
‘Cause he could talk about anything,
To anyone around.
Mommy says he was known in the town,
As one who liked to chat,
And in a place as quiet as Willow Hill,
Most folks could appreciate that.
Mommy says that his chatty style is missed,
That the world is changing fast,
And that the art of conversation,
May soon be something of the past.