Where's The Miller's Son?

I can no longer sing "When I'm Sixty-Four" with the Beatles, but at least Paul got here before me. Today, I have arrived at the 32nd anniversary of my 32nd birthday.

Fortunately, if I stay away from mirrors, the lady below is still very much alive and doing well. Life may be what happens while you are making plans, but there is a great deal of joy in the meanwhile.

I shall marry the miller's son,
Pin my hat on a nice piece of property.
Friday nights, for a bit of fun,
We'll go dancing.
Meanwhile...

It's a wink and a wiggle and a giggle in the grass
And I'll trip the
light fandango,
A pinch and a diddle in the middle of what passes by.
It's a very short road
From the pinch and the punch
To the paunch
and the pouch
And the pension.
It's a very short road
To the ten
thousandth lunch
And the belch and the grouch
And the sigh.
In the
meanwhile,
There are mouths to be kissed
Before mouths to be fed,
And a lot in between
In the meanwhile.
And a girl ought to celebrate
what passes by.

Or I shall marry the businessman,
Five fat babies
and lots of security.
Friday nights, if we think we can,
We'll go
dancing.
Meanwhile...

It's a push and a fumble and a tumble in the
sheets
And I'll foot the highland fancy,
A dip in the butter and a
flutter with what meets my eye.
It's a very short fetch
From the push
and the whoop
To the squint and the stoop
And the mumble.
It's not
much of a stretch
To the cribs and the croup
And the bosoms that droop
And go dry.
In the meanwhile,
There are mouths to be kissed
Before mouths to be fed,
And there's many a tryst
And there's many a
bed
To be sampled and seen
In the meanwhile.
And a girl has to
celebrate what passes by.

Or I shall marry the Prince of Wales,
Pearls and servants and dressing for festivals.
Friday nights, with him
all in tails,
We'll have dancing.
Meanwhile...

It's a rip in the
bustle and a rustle in the hay
And I'll pitch the quick fantastic,
With
flings of confetti and my petticoats away up high.
It's a very short way
From the fling that's for fun
To the thigh pressing un-
Der the
table.
It's a very short day
Till you're stuck with just one
Or it
has to be done
On the sly.
In the meanwhile,
There are mouths to be
kissed
Before mouths to be fed,
And there's many a tryst
And there's
many a bed,
There's a lot I'll have missed
But I'll not have been dead
When I die!
And a person should celebrate everything
Passing by.

And I shall marry the miller's son...