In their wheelchairs and sweaters They hit the town every day Stealing library books and stale bread Never bothering to pay

They make fun of the locals Despite their plentiful numbers
And the changes in society Since when they were the youngers

They whisper and giggle, Eyes bright through their glasses Townspeople pretend to be annoyed But they giggle too when an elder passes (by, not away😬)

It’s nice to see the oldies get out So the people never mind If the elderly citizens take joy In being not so kind