When I was just a boy, a wee little lad
sometimes when I was gloomy, sorry and sad
my grandmother would smile and wave me close
in the kitchen we would go for a happy little dose
she would slice and cut a big old glass
of red plump berries to pour in fast
good old milk and together they tasted fine
my child’s mood lifted my face to a shine
strawberry milk always did the trick
the concoction got me through even when I was sick
it reminds me of her and all her sweet love
I feel her smiling from the heavens above