When I am an old lady...
When I am an old lady, I shall wear yellow sweaters and blue shoes. I shall pluck flowers from the neighbor's garden and wear them on my hair I'll spit in the streets and fight with the lady next door I shall chuckle and laugh and sing out of rhyme and make up my own words I'll sneer at the young lovers on the sidewalk and chase them with a broom the neighborhood kids will know me as the old weird lady who murmurs to herself on her way home I'll pretend to have a stroke ever so often just to get the attention of passengers then laugh at their silly scared faces I shall spend my pension on sausages and bread and say I have no money for charity And when I gain 10 pounds in 2 days, I'll add a leaf of celery to my meals and pat myself on the back I shall visit my best friend's grave and tell her how I flirted with the young man at the store And we shall laugh and snort at how fast his face cringed I'll tell her how much I miss her but then steal her flower...