Did you ever think, as a hearse goes by,
That you might be the next to die?
They wrap you up in an old white shirt,
And cover you over with gravel and dirt.
And all goes well, for about a week,
And then the coffin begins to leak!
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout.
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
They eat the jelly between your toes.
Your eyes cave in and your hair falls out
Your brains come pouring out your snout.
Then you turn an icky green,
And pus squirts out like whipping cream.
You spread it on a slice of bread,
And that's what you eat when you are dead!!
Happy Halloween John!!!
From Your Great Aunt Tina!!