Father William

I am old Father William
and my hair is quite white.
I've a damp sort of dribble
and rise thrice every night.

I am old Father William
(I have said so before);
if I read after dinner
I soon start to snore.

If a small thing escapes me
and then falls to the floor,
I must kneel down to get it
or I'll rise nevermore.

I've been told to walk daily
come rain or come shine;
but the best part of each day
is my third glass of wine.

I am old Father William
(I won't say it again)
eat, drink, and be merry
and serve up the champaign.