Too much Chablis can make you whablis.

I'm like a backward berry, Unripened on the vine, For all my friends are fifty, And I'm only forty-nine.

Middle-age is when you're sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it isn't for you.

Some debts are fun while you are acquiring them, But none are fun when you set about retiring them.

Neath tile or thatch That man is rich Who has a scratch For every itch.

Beneath this slab John Brown is stowed. He watched the ads, And not the road.

Stuyvesant chats with Kelly and Katz, The professor warms to the broker, And life is good in the brotherhood Of an air-conditioned smoker.