Happy Birthday to Chris. I maded this. The fans on my computer are in ‘someone left the heat on’ mode. Soz.

You Are Old. By Ben Archibald.

You are old, you are old,
There’s no getting round it though it sounds quite bold to say
Those aren’t just wrinkles, they are folds,
You’ve started buying werthers sweets where they are sold,

You’re hair’s going grey,
You’ve begun to say things like it was very different way back in my day,

But you’re wiser now than when you were small,
You’ve got kids and a house and so it’s not all balls,
But you are old, and times are hard,
I wrote you a song because I didn’t send a card.