No matter how young a prune may be, it's always full of wrinkles. Nothing every worries them, their life's an open book. But no matter how young a prune may be, it has a worried look. Wrinkles, wrinkles, La la la la la Every day, in every way, the world is getting better. We've even learned to fly.
Days go passing by.
His life is only wetter. In the awful stew he's in. No matter how young a prune may be, it's always full of wrinkles. But pruneies get 'em everywhere. But no matter how young a prune may be you'll never hear it cry.