At Charlie’s very nice (and conservative) Episcopal Mother’s Day Out, they sing the following grace:

to the tune of Frere Jacques

God our Father
God our Father
Once again
Once again
We are here to thank you
We shall ask thy blessing
Amen
Amen

At home, Charlie sings this version:

with his hands folded like a Precious Moments figurine

God our fodder
God our fodder
We are here

I like that he’s not asking for anything; he just wants God to know he’s here. That’s all.