Your hair may turn into Molokini island,

and your balls may sag to the ground.

Your ears may get as big as an elephant,

but still, I will stick around.

You may grow a schnoz as large as a greyhound

and become as blind as a bat.

But I will gladly lie beside you,

and hang upside down, just like that.

You may limp like a three-legged dog one day

and hunch over like a folded-up chair.

You may not remember your own name one day,

and still, I will be there.

You may become as silver as Hina Hina

and as tired as that moss flows,

And I will still be there with you,

with my big ears and my big nose.