Who cares about their color? br They'd twinkle anyway . br Someday they'll both have places br In Heaven's bright array. br br Who cares about her poundage? br She still looks very nice. br My arms still reach around her, br I think that will suffice. br br Who cares about her cleavage, br Whatever size they are? br I'm sure they have their beauty. br I never got that far. br br Who cares about her hairdoo? br She's going with the flow. br I doubt if she considers; br But that's not bad, you know. br br Who cares how old she's getting? br She's still the same to me. br Sometimes I take for granted, br We both shall always be. br br But care, I do, about her. br In life, above all things. br And cherish every moment br We share, from which it springs.