It is a spontaneous overflow of poetic expressions.

As The Age Goes.

The age brings a tone down and a responsibility.

I am going to be ten
jolly well cries my grand-daughter.

I am going to be twenty
cries my nephew with joy.

I would be thirty plus
beams my son with pride.

I am turning forty
tells my brother softly.

I am on my way to fifty
speaks my cousin meekly.

Well, I would be sixty soon
say I demurely .

Well as the age goes
the people grow
so do their voice show
from high to low
with a mellow
that be the go
as years flow
taking us nearer to the grave
turning stoic and brave.