Age Challenge: "When They're Sixty-Four"

[shayheyred]

Wow, it's been a long time since I posted a flashfic here. What can I say -- the topic yodeled for me.
And it's a songfic, God help me.

Title: When They're Sixty-Four
Author: Shayheyred
Fraser and Kowalski, no warnings but silliness



When I get older, losing my hair
- Frase, that just won't be!
Hush, and listen to me while I have my say-
-Yeah, but Fraser-
Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray!

Once I'm decrepit, aging and bald,
And my bones all creak,
Will you still need me-
- What, are you stupid?
Fraser, you're a freak!

You'll be older too (ah ah ah ah ah!)
- Well, if you're not too weird
I might stay with you.

I'll still be useful standing on guard-
-Heh! Maintain the right?
Taking walks with Diefenbaker, helping friends,
-You mean 'meddling' while I make amends.

Helping policemen, digging up clues,
- Shyeah, they'll sure be thrilled!
Will you still need me, will you still feed me?
- Not if you get killed.

Every summer we can make a trek up north and try to locate
Franklin's outstretched hand.
- Have to kill me first.
Now, Ray! You know that we'll have fun!
- Your "fun" is the worst.

Send me a postcard,
- Like Vecchio?
What?
Knew you liked him best.
What is it, Detective, that you mean to say?
- I thought I was your favorite Ray.

Don't be so silly. Give me your hand.
Mine for evermore!
You know I'll need you, and, yes, I'll feed-mmm,
- Shut up! Lock the door.

Whoo!