Appendix 3

How do I know that my youth is spent? Because my “get up and go” has “got up and went”! But in spite of all that, I am happy to grin When I think of where it really has been.

“Old age is golden,” I have heard it said, But sometimes I wonder as I go to bed, My ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup, My eyes are on the table ‘til I get up.

Ere sleep dims my eyes, I say to myself, "Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf, I am happy to say, as I close my door, "My friends are the same  as in days of yore.

When I was young my slippers were red, I could kick up my heels right over my head, When I grew older, my slippers were blue, But I still could dance the whole night through.