An Ode to Getting Older

(Sing to the tune of "Oh, What Do You Do In the Summertime?")

Oh, what do you do with those stray gray hairs

When all the world seems blond?

Do you pluck them and tweeze?

Yell, "Go away, please!"?

And sit on your bed and cry?

Is that what you do?

So do I.

What do you do with those stray gray hairs

That grow all short and coarse?

Do you pretend they're not there?

Obsess over your hair?

And cover them all with dye?

Is that what you do?

So do I.