" When I was a piglet, the grass was much greener, Always looked as if it had just come from the cleaner, And life was much gayer, in so many ways. Ah, those were the days! Now I’m old, and my joints are increasingly creaky; My hearing is poor, and my memory’s leaky; And I weep as I put down these sad little rhymes. Ah, those were the times! In my youth, I was always prepared for a frolic; I never had pains, rheumatism or colic; I never had aches: head, stomach or tooth. Ah, the days of my youth! “Good land, Freddy, you sound as if you were about ninety years old,” Mrs. Wiggins said with a laugh. "

― Walter Rollin Brooks , Freddy and the Popinjay