When I was young, just twenty-four
I well remember from that year
When I would lay flat on my back
My stomach seemed to disappear
But now that I'm fat and growing old
There is one thing that seems quite queer
When I lay flat on my back
It's my two feet that disappear
I've wondered why this came about
The only answer I've been told
Is that my feet have gotten shorter
Since I started growing old
They say, "D.B., cut down on eating"
And I am going to try it
I'd like to see my feet again
So I'll go on a diet.
D.B. Cox
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