d the poem My grandmother was a genius. You'd like to know why Because she could climb trees. Spreading or high, She'd be up their branches in a trice, and mind you When last she climbed a tree she was sixty-two. Ever since childhood, she'd had this gift For being happier in a tree than in a lift; And though, as years went by, she would be told That climbing trees should stop when one grew old- And that growing old should be gone about gracefully She'd laugh and say, 'Well I'll grow disgracefully, I can do it better'. And we had to agree; For in all the garden there wasn't a tree .. grammer ouestions ​