Sleepwalking Times

Sleepwalking in my birthday suit My mother thought was rather cute But as I aged my little flute Was soon declared forbidden fruit Sleepwalking on my chosen route My teen physique left others mute Some neighbours claimed they'd prosecute But soon could see me more hirsute Sleepwalking as an old galoot I do not fear a bare salute My grandson is a new recruit And just like me, won't give a hoot!