human
You are old, Father William, the young man said,
gpt
And your nose has a look of surprise; Your eyes have turned round to the back of your head, And you live upon cucumber pies.
human
I know it, I know it, the old man replied,
gpt
And it comes from employing a quack, Who said if I laughed when the crocodile died I should never have pains in my back.
human
You are old, Father William, the young man said,
gpt
And your legs always get in your way; You use too much mortar in mixing your bread, And you try to drink timothy hay.
human
Very true, very true, said the wretched old man,
gpt
Every word that you tell me is true; And it's caused by my having my kerosene can Painted red where it ought to be blue.
human
You are old, Father William, the young man said,
gpt
And your teeth are beginning to freeze, Your favorite daughter has wheels in her head, And the chickens are eating your knees.
human
You are right, said the old man,
gpt
I cannot deny, That my troubles are many and great, But I'll butter my ears on the Fourth of July, And then I'll be able to skate.