"You are old, Father William," the young man said,
"And your hair has
become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head—
Do you
think, at your age, it is right?"
"In my youth," Father William replied
to his son,
"I feared it might injure the brain;
But now that I'm
perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again."
"You are old," said the youth, "As I mentioned before,
And have grown most
uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door—
Pray,
what is the re...
