Post by acorn on Mar 29, 2015 20:29:34 GMT
Here's one sent to me by a much-loved aunt when I was young enough to burn the candle at both ends, day after day....
My Get-up and Go Has Got-up and Went.
Old age is golden, or so I've heard said, but sometimes I wonder, as I crawl into bed,
With my ears in a drawer, and my teeth in a cup, my eyes on the table until I wake up.
As sleep dims my vision, I say to myself: is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
But, though nations are warring, and Congress is vexed, we'll still stick around to see what happens next!
How do I know my youth is all spent?
My getup and go has got-up and went!
But, in spite of it all, I'm able to grin,
And think of the places my get-up has been!
When I was young, my slippers were red; I could kick up my heels right over my head.
When I was older my slippers were blue, but still I could dance the whole night through.
Now I am older, my slippers are black, I huff to the store and puff my way back.
But never you laugh; I don't mind at all: I'd rather be huffing than not puff at all!
Chorus
I get up each morning and dust off my wits, open the paper and read the obits.
If I'm not in there, I know I'm not dead, so I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed!
Chorus
Anon. Pete Seeger sang these lyrics in concert and later gave credit to a newspaper man who wished to remain anonymous but there are several different versions circulating.
My Get-up and Go Has Got-up and Went.
Old age is golden, or so I've heard said, but sometimes I wonder, as I crawl into bed,
With my ears in a drawer, and my teeth in a cup, my eyes on the table until I wake up.
As sleep dims my vision, I say to myself: is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
But, though nations are warring, and Congress is vexed, we'll still stick around to see what happens next!
How do I know my youth is all spent?
My getup and go has got-up and went!
But, in spite of it all, I'm able to grin,
And think of the places my get-up has been!
When I was young, my slippers were red; I could kick up my heels right over my head.
When I was older my slippers were blue, but still I could dance the whole night through.
Now I am older, my slippers are black, I huff to the store and puff my way back.
But never you laugh; I don't mind at all: I'd rather be huffing than not puff at all!
Chorus
I get up each morning and dust off my wits, open the paper and read the obits.
If I'm not in there, I know I'm not dead, so I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed!
Chorus
Anon. Pete Seeger sang these lyrics in concert and later gave credit to a newspaper man who wished to remain anonymous but there are several different versions circulating.
