Have made the old people young!
The radio, auto and movie holds fast
To joys that were fleeting in the dim distant past
With conventions cut dead, and traditions laid bare We arrive all triumphant, with lustrous bobbed hair
And short skirts with good lines, that fashion disclose
The trimmest of ankles in sheerest of hose!
We've auction and contract with bid- ding so bold,
Youth abashed fears to challenge timorous granddame of old
The sinners on top and the saint is unsung
For the things that have made the young people old
Have made the old people young
Life's estimates change with the passing of years
Our grandmothers labored in sorrow and fears,
Truth shrouded in gloom, laughter hidden in tears.
But daughter untrammeled, the whole burden bears
Keeps her house, attends clubs, beau- teous babies she rears.
Do you wonder that Old Age at last slinks away,
Defeated and baffled forever and aye?
Aye, we'll tell the world, though in vilest of verse,
Things are now growing better, and not growing worse!
Crime's "vagrancy" now under smooth polished tongue,
And knaves that once languished are heroes unstrung,
And the things that have made the young people old
Have made the old people young!
Without colds, free from colic, and no drug bills to pay,
Life's one glamorous sensation, as day follows day,
Beauty Shoppes, Coca-Colas add zest to the play.
And we'll tell the world, though in vilest of verse
Things are growing better, and are not growing worse.
From the shoulders of age all the burdens are flung,
And the things that have made the young people old,
have made the old people young!
Why deplore social problems, why worry at all?
Concentration's for Bridge, the old system must fall.
Make your coups, squeezes, end-play at whatever cost,
Have parties and parties-no times' to be lost.
In the dust, law defeated, lies prone without hope.
The "technical term" saves the bandit the rope,
For lawyers must live, we have no time to fight
Nor for searching "God's Book" for the way that is right.
Crime's "vagrancy" now under smooth polished tongues,
And knaves that once languished, are heroes unsung.
Shun the church, shelve religion, "live your life all serene,"
Lest the "straight-narrow" way by "the broad" should be seen.
Should arrogant boasters, assuming the part
Be declared sole possessors of the pure upright heart?
Go on with the dance, fall in all with the play
And daughter, the costs, and the fiddler will pay.
The "old era" is out, "the transition" is on,
The good and the bad of the past, are all gone,
The stage is all set, the "death knell" has rung,
And the things that have made the young people old,
have made the old people young!