WHEN I'M EIGHTY-FOUR

As I got older, grey in my hair,
Many years ago,
Here I am, still living in my country house,
Woodstove heat and many a mouse.

As I get older , losing my bones,
Not so long from now,
I WILL still be living with my Bouviers,
O Bitch Goddess , hear as I pray !

As I get older , losing my strength,
Not so long from now,
I will still be living with my Bouviers,
They're well trained , obeying for praise.

They'll be older too.

Maybe I can't lift near seven stone,
They weigh that much or more,
But yes, I'll still need them,
Yes, I'll still feed them ,
When I'm eighty-four.

Even if I have to move and live in town,
Which I know I'd hate,
If my precious Bouvs are living with me
Somehow I'll accept my fate.

Maybe we won't go walking each day,
Just use the doggie door,
Yes, I'll still need them,
Yes , I'l still feed them,
When I'm eighty four.