I’ve got my dandruff shampoo

I’ve got my dandruff shampoo
And now I’m never scared
Of lice as big as mice
And snowflakes in my hair

I’m dreaming of a white
But until the grass grows there
A fir tree ablaze with lights
Will show how much I care

Old age is the wife of death
Memories are all that’s left
A grubby Homer in the dust
A madman in his soup of lust

But let the fairground whirl around
And build you a pensioner’s compound
Where like a cut bouquet
Once valiant people are withering away

And on the cusp of winter solstice sway
The eyes of Man on his shortest day