In their wheelchairs and sweaters

They hit the town every day

Stealing library books and stale bread

Never bothering to pay

They make fun of the locals

Despite their plentiful numbers

And the changes in society

Since when they were the youngers

They whisper and giggle,

Eyes bright through their glasses

Townspeople pretend to be annoyed

But they giggle too when an elder passes (by, not away😬)

It’s nice to see the oldies get out

So the people never mind

If the elderly citizens take joy

In being not so kind