Take Five

by Simon Sargon (b. 1938)

Word count: 178

1. When I was young [sung text checked 1 time]

When I was young (or maybe, five),
And glad, so glad to be alive,
Oh, how my fancy used to itch
To be – how shall I put it? – rich!
A millionaire, it seemed to me,
Was quite the only thing to be;
A millionaire or billionaire
Or trillionaire – let’s leave it there!
Well, now my jolly youth is dead,
My pretty, infant fancies fled,
And here I sit and brood and itch
To be – how shall I put it? – rich!

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2. The dinosaur [sung text checked 1 time]

The dinosaur and icthyosaur
Are not among the things that are,
Though once the beasts were features.
Oh, how sad it is to contemplate
How nature can eliminate
Unnecessary creatures!

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3. Your little hands [sung text checked 1 time]

Your little hands,
Your little feet,
Your little mouth —
Oh, God, how sweet!

Your little nose,
Your little ears,
Your eyes, that shed
Such little tears!

Your little voice,
So soft and kind;
Your little soul,
Your little mind!

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4. Hairless [sung text checked 1 time]

Babies haven’t any hair;
Old men’s heads are just as bare;
Between the cradle and the grave
Lies a haircut and a shave.

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5. Lullaby [sung text not yet checked]

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