The other day , I happened by chance ,
As I passed a mirror , to give it a glance
And I wondered who that old man could be ,
Who , with his mouth wide open , was looking at me .
His bald head was sprinkled with a little gray fuzz ,
And he wasn't at all handsome (like I always was)
He looked like a sack of mismated parts ,
Put together without aid of instructions or charts
And while I know that my shoulders don't slump ,
This person's were misshapen in one hump'
Now , if that was my image , I only can say ,
They don't make mirrors like they did in my day !