Of late I appear To have reached that stage When people who look old Who are only my age.

Each year it grows harder to make ends meet - the ends I refer to are hands and feet.

I've suffered from all of the hang-ups known, and none is as bad as the telephone.

In larger things we are convivial; what causes trouble is the trivial.

They head the list of bad to bet on: But I insist they're worse to get on

Politics, it seems to me, for years, or all too long, has been concerned with right or left instead of right or wrong.

If I ever make a hole in one, A thrill that I've never known, I won't be believed and I'll have no fun, For I'm sure to be playing alone.