When you cannot find your pencil
And your purse has gone astray;
When you’re feeling rather tired
For it has been a hectic day -
When the morning comes too quickly
And you cannot cope with rush;
When everyone is shouting and
You’d rather have some hush;
Then perhaps you can’t remember
What you had to eat for lunch,
So, in case it was just nothing
You find biscuits then to munch.
Other people start to worry
As your memory seems to fade,
And when you fall, they run to you
And offer you their aid.
These things can happen when you’re old -
Well, this is what we’re told -
But no, this isn’t how it is - - - -
You’re only eight years old!
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