The lilies have finally burst out,
Oh what beauties as if their delay to flout,
They stand tall, radiant and red,
Definitely a wonderful sight before heading for the bed,

As I stand lost in their gaze,
I hear cackle waft through the evening haze,
I am at once transported to my young days,
When I was flippant, frivolous with wayward ways,

Those were the days,
With flighty wayward ways,
Those were the days,
When our lives were ablaze,
When there were vices,
Lots of advices and lots of spices,

Those were the days,
With flighty wayward ways,
When things were disorderly,
Disorganized and unruly,

But those were the days,
When our cackle you could hear always