Phoebe

Her hair grows long, wild and grey

There may be goose feathers in her smock

Some say she crazy - but she ain't

She just a cool old lady who seen a lot

Sometimes the kids come round her porch

She don't tell them to go away

She just give them that old Phoebe stare,

Wheezes on that black old cigar -

And starts on another yarn

That's what they been waiting for

Sometimes they leave her presents

They all love her, that old gal Phoebe

123-year-old Phoebe 

Ain't as active as she used to be

Her main activity be

Sittin' on her porch

Tendin' her bees

And swillin' that ol' cider

She been brewin'

That old gal Phoebe