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Lather was thirty years old today
They took away all of his toys.
His mother sent newspaper clippings to him
About his old friends who'd stopped being boys.
There was Harwitz E. Green just turned thirty-three
His leather chair waits at the bank.
And Seargent Dow Jones twenty-seven years old
Commanding his very own tank.
But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do
To lie about nude in the sand
Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps
And thrashing the air with his hands.
But wait oh Lather's productive you know
He produces the finest of sound
Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose
Snorting the best licks in town .....Am
But {E}that's all over...
Lather was thirty years old today
And Lather came foam from his tongue.
He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said
Is it true that I'm no longer young?
And the children call him famous
What the old men call insane
And sometimes he's so nameless
That he hardly knows which game to play...
Which words to say...
And I should have told him "No you're not old."
And I should have let him go on...smiling...babywide.