Look at me, I’m forty-three.
Lousy with obesity.
Won’t make the bed,
Cos’ I’m sewing instead,
I won’t; I’m forty-three.
Just here to say it’s my birthday
bloody hell hip hip hooray
I’m getting old
but it’s better than cold.
I sew another day.
As for you, you troll or two
I know what you wanna do…
hate me you must
I’m no object of lust.
I’m just plain forty-three.
Look at me , I’m forty-three
short and round and quite crafty
I sew up stuff
and I fill it with fluff
I do; I’m forty three.