My red wagon

My wagon is very red
I put it by my bed

I take it everywhere
even over there

I think it's really great
I got it when I was eight

But now it's not so red
and is still by my bed

I'm turning ninty-nine
and I'm feeling quite fine

I feel really old
and I look it as I'm told

and when my heart starts to pound
as though it is hitting solid ground

and that will be
the end of me.