Isn't it funny how time strolls along 
Kicking up leaves and singing a song
Isn't it funny occasionally skipping
Hurrying by, when we are day tripping

Isn't it funny how toes on a beach
Get further away, so far out of reach
Isn't it funny how an odd grey hair
Will multiply like rabbits, it just isn't fair

Isn't it funny how we grow older and wiser
Yet write silly words like frigazzle and stizer
Isn't it funny how we can talk up a treat
And digest words when we want to eat

Isn't it funny when night comes around
There's not one frumpkin anywhere to be found
Isn't it funny how our minds go blank
When we can't remember how to spell enhants

Isn't it funny how we spread in the middle
When ruminating a thought or solving a riddle
Isn't it funny when we sneeze our eyes close
Can't keep them open but why nobody knows

Isn't it funny how the clouds in the sky
Can look like big elephants floating on by
Isn't if funny if we had two left feet
We'd walk in circles not straight down the street

Isn't it funny how we see eye to eye
Old and young we can reach to the sky
Isn't it funny, as we walk hand in hand
Big kids and Small kids, isn't it grand

Isn't it funny how our lives spin around
As kids we began and as kids we are bound
Isn't it funny, how we forgot in the middle
Perhaps that is all, a part of life's riddle

Copyright 2001: Janine Daniel and Philip G. Bell