Happy Days

I have become a groaner Misery and a moaner, My body is becoming frail My eyes are fading my face is pale. My legs are wobbly, I wear a brace, Behind these wrinkles, I have a face Not one that would launch a thousand ships Or a mouth that kissed a thousand lips, But a countenance that is a part of me That was once young and fancy-free, Shake yourself, silly old girl. Put on some music, Give your leg a twirl, Roll your eyes, and clap your hands, As you listen to the old-time bands Of yesterday, All your moans will dance away.