With lines upon my face
One day my family said to me
Wrinkle City's a nice place.
It's not just lines and hair that's gray
I'm eighty now, you know.
I'm slowing down to my dismay
To Wrinkle City I will go.
I checked on places near and far
One finally passed the test.
Others were all too bizarre
Wrinkle City is the best.
The Moment that I went inside
I met a dear old chum.
Said it's a great place to reside,
Wrinkle City here I come.
So I will pack each treasure dear
I'll even take my kitty.
Though I must leave, I have no fear,
It's off to Wrinkle City.
And if you think I am alone
Or that I am outcast
Just come and visit my new home,
Wrinkle City is a blast!
Copyright 1989
