Pearlies Imperfect

The world 'tis our oyster, we're holding fast at sixty-five

enjoying foods plus better moods whilst processing alive

We're aging like a cheddar, deeper flavors stronger tastes

we're wisdom 'pon the rear-view mirror savoring less haste

Yes, the world's still our oyster, no longer pearly insides fake

until we lay us down to sleep a better necklace we shall make