In a cottage hidden deep in the woods,
Lived the Devil's grandmother, misunderstood.
With a twinkle in her eye and a laugh so bright,
She spun tales of mischief all through the night.
The Devil's grandmother, oh so wise,
With a gleam in her gaze and a spark in her eyes.
In her cozy cottage, where stories unfold,
She'll warm your heart, with tales untold.
The Devil himself, with horns and a grin,
Would visit his grandmother, his partner in sin.
But she'd scold him gently, with a wag of her finger,
For his mischievous deeds, oh how they'd linger.
The Devil's grandmother, oh so wise,
With a gleam in her gaze and a spark in her eyes.
In her cozy cottage, where stories unfold,
She'll warm your heart, with tales untold.
Together they'd plot, schemes big and small,
But deep down, they loved one and all.
For mischief and mayhem, they'd surely yearn,
But in their hearts, kindness would burn.