Chorus

Tripping hither, tripping thither

How our muscles stretch and quiver.

We must dance and we must sing

Even though we are aching.

Tripping hither, tripping thither,

Kneeling puts us in a tither,

While we dance and while we sing,

Senior fairies are aging.

Tripping hither, tripping thither

Senior fairies rarely shiver

We must dance and we must sing

Dying swans are not our thing.

Ceilia

We are stuggling senior fairies,

Ever creaking, ever cramping.

We lament our aching insteps

Of our feet when we are stamping.

If you ask the special function 

Of our braces and our corsets

We reply their necessary 

As a structural reinforcement.

Chorus

Yes, a structural reinforcement,

Reinforcement.

Tripping hither, tripping thither

Catch us quick before we wither.

We must dance and we must sing

Senior fairies on the wing.

Leila

If you ask us how we live,

Lots of answers will we give.

We can ride in mini-vans

Cool ourselves with hand-held fans.

Bathe ourselves in wrinkle cream,

Of our younger days we dream.

Arm ourselves with pure Febreeze

Into costumes we must squeeze.

When you know us you'll discover

We're becoming like our mother

Chorus

No, not like our mother.

Tripping hither, tripping thither

All this dancing hurts our liver,

We must dance and we must sing

Though we'd rather be napping.

We are struggling senior fairies,

Ever creaking, ever cramping.

We lament our aching insteps

Of our feet when we are stamping.

We are cramping, and now we're vamping.

Tripping hither, tripping thither,

Senior fairies -- we deliver.