I think of the days when I was young
And fit as a fiddlers' flea.
I'd chase the girls and make them laugh
As happy as I could be.
But now I'm old and past all that
As sad as it may be.
Best I have on offer today
Is to ask them round for tea.
No longer like a bouncy dog
Looking for one in season.
I still feel happiest in my bed
But for a very different reason.