For three score years I’ve lived and loved to the tune of my own song
O’ dreaded years to you I say, beware my soul is strong..
I’ll stand up high no feeble bones, no fear of silver hair.
I’ll not conduct my last romance from an antique rocking chair.
I’ll roam the world like younger folk have done for years on end,
if I can’t keep pace with youth today, by God  I will pretend.
No shame in age I will remark, if the rebel children ask
just the wisdom of a thousand years, behind this wrinkled mask.

The animals left the zoo one day to have a big parade.
The plans for all and rules to follow had previously been made.
The elephants led the grand array trunk to tail they were,
while lions followed in a pride, glistening up their fur.
The monkeys hitched on giraffes, sitting upon their backs,
than the hyenas laughing hard came running in noisy packs
The snakes they slithered down the crowded street,
of course they slide because they have no feet.
The zebras striped and all in line were such a sight to see.
Then came a group of tigers strong,smiling with their glee.
It is so sad for us to know this lasts for just one day.
Then all the friendly animals will not parade or play.
But boys and girls can stay the same and be gentle all the while,
and live each day in happiness wearing a loving smile.