You Are Old, Father William — Summary

"You are old, Father william," the young man said, "And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head-- Do you think, at your age, it is right?

"In my youth," Father William replied to his son, "I feared it might injure the brain; But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again."

"You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before, And you have grown must uncommonly fat; Yet you turned back a somersault in at the door-- Pray, what is the reason of that?"

"In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his gray locks, "I kep all my limbs very supple By the use of this ointment--one shilling a box-- Allow me to sell you a couple."

"You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak For anything tougher than suet; Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak-- Pray, how did you manage to do it?"

"In my youth," said his father, "I took to the law, And argued each case with my wife; And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw, Has lasted the rest of my life."

"You are old," said the youth, "one would hardly suppose That your eyes was as steady as ever; Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose-- What made you so awfully clever?"

"I have answered three questions, and that is enough," Said his father; "don't give yourself airs! Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs!"

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In Lewis Carroll’s parody, a young man politely questions an elderly Father William about his bizarre behaviour—standing on his head, doing somersaults, eating a goose whole, balancing an eel. Father William answers each query with cheerful nonsense, claiming he can do these things because he has no brain, he uses a cheap ointment, he argued law with his wife, and so on. The youth’s earnestness clashes with the old man’s flippant logic, creating a mood of absurd fun. By the final stanza, Father William tires of the game and tells the youth to stop showing off or he’ll kick him downstairs. The poem delights in overturning the sentimental image of a wise elder, replacing it with a cranky, boastful figure who refuses to take anything seriously. It’s a brisk, rhyming joke that leaves you smiling at the sheer cheek of it.

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