Answer:
He asks me where I'm going
A competition he suggests
The hood pulled tight I keep walking
I keep the food
And collect more
I go to the mill
Knock Knock Knock
Her voice is frail, a 'sore' throat
The big ears, to hear me
The big arms, to hug me
The big eyes, to see me
Where is grandma?
Why right here dear
I drop the food
I run
And I run
Until I'm far away from the mill
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