воскресенье, 1 октября 2017 г.

I will tell you again I am old


You are old, Father William, the young man said, 
And your hair has become very white; 
And yet you incessantly stand on your head 
Do you think, at your age, it is right? 

In my youth," Father William replied to his son, 
I feared it might injure the brain; 
But now that I’m perfectly sure I have none, 
Why, I do it again and again. 
I am old, I am old, I will tell you again I am old 

You are old, said the youth, As I mentioned before, 
And have grown most uncommonly fat; 
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door 
Pray, what is the reason of that?

In my youth, said the sage, as he shook his grey locks, 
I kept all my limbs very supple 
By the use of this ointment, one shilling the box 
Allow me to sell you a couple? 
I am old, I am old, It’s a statement in fact, I am old 

You are old, said the youth, And your jaws are too weak 
For anything tougher than suet; 
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak 
Pray, how did you manage to do it? 

In my youth, said his father, I took to the law, 
And argued each case with my wife; 
And the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw, 
Has lasted the rest of my life. 
I am old, I am old, there’s not much more to say I am old 

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