How do I know my youth has been spent: Because
my get-up-and-go, got up and went But in spite of
all that, I'm able to grin When I think where my
get-up-and-go has been
Old age is golden, I've
heard it said, But sometimes I wonder as I go to
bed My ears are in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
My eyes on a table until I wake up
When I was
young my slippers were red I could kick my heels
right over my head When I grew older my slippers
were blue But I could still dance the whole night
thru
Now that I am old my slippers are black
I walk to the corner and puff my way back The reason
I know my youth is spent My get-up-and-go got up
and went
I get up each morning dust off my wits
Pick up the paper and read the "orbits" If my name
is missing, I know I'm not dead So I eat a good breakfast
and go back to bed