Growing Old and Brittle

To wake up with the rising sun Wishing me old bones stay in bed No longer do I feel to run Life is all but over and done I look in the mirror feeling blue Front teeth no more, leak like a canoe Getting old, this is no fun Spending my days inside, away from the sun Ricky called, hey Arty lets go out Sorry Ricky, I am too old for that Ah come on Arty lets go to the park Leave me alone Ricky I am staying right here in the dark Ricky was persistent, come on arty the park the park the park Art replied, I am old now I don’t do parks! Why not? It’s a sunny day; we always have fun at the park Cant, Stevie told me, I am too old to go out and play Why he said I am too old for toys and my trucks I am too old to play even with the ducks I didn’t wanna be old but there you have it Stevie says I am one big sissy with my toys! Ricky, not to be deterred Come on man, I love toys too Lets go the park, come on come on You are only seven years old Arty! I feel older Ricky and missing all these teeth No one will want to play with me, no one at all I do Arty! lets go, besides haven’t you heard the news? Seven years old why that’s the new five!