Tra-La-La

Once,
I Was
Taller
And
Had
More
Hair,
Walked
Around
On
Cushioned
Air,
Had
All
The
Time
In
The
World
To
Spare,
And
As
For
Brains,
Mine
Wasn’t
There.
Life
A
Fable,
I Was
Able
To
Dance
And
Sing
As
Time
Sped
By,
Youth
A
Delicate
Spring,
And
Still
A
Fool,
I Don’t
Regret
A
Thing.