When we were boys we acted like one
People call us names behind our back
We were silly but we don't throw stone
And the girls, they love our six-pack
When we turn adults we acted like one
People who know us as boys don't argue
With us; they're afraid we'll throw stone
And our wives, they love us like sky-blue
When we became elders we acted like one
People consult us; we give them advice heartily
When they ask for bread we don't give stone
And our grandchildren, they love our pot-belly
When we die which we all know is inevitable
People will refer to us as the most-venerable
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