It suits me too—sometimes, almost too sooty.
(Takes basket off back.)
Let’s see: what year is this? why bless my eyes,
It’s 1872.—Good Gracious! how time flies!
And children multiply so fast, ’tis clear,
A partner I must have another year.
I’m really getting old. This wrinkled phiz
Of good old age a striking symbol is.
And yet I’m strong, can frolic, dance, or play
With young folks yet for many a Christmas day.