How are You!
My get up and go has got up and wen't.
But really I don't mind, when I think with a grin,
of all the places my get up has been.
I get up each morning, and dust off my wits,
I pick up the paper and read the obits.
If my name is missing, I'm there fore not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast and jump
back into bed.
The moral of this as the tale unfolds,
is that for me, who is growing old.
It is better to say " I'm fine'' with a grin,
then to let people know the shape I'm in.
I'm fine how are you
My get up and go has got up and wen't.
But really I don't mind, when I think with a grin,
of all the places my get up has been.
I get up each morning, and dust off my wits,
I pick up the paper and read the obits.
If my name is missing, I'm there fore not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast and jump
back into bed.
The moral of this as the tale unfolds,
is that for me, who is growing old.
It is better to say " I'm fine'' with a grin,
then to let people know the shape I'm in.
I'm fine how are you
beccy:
so thats the reson that i had an hig up 