It was dead funny the day that I died
If you�d have been there, you�d have laughed till you cried
My wife had shouted �No more cream cakes!
A bit of will power is all that it takes.�
I just groaned and kept stuffing my face
I had fresh cream dripping all over the place.
I�d bite out the end and I�d slurp and I�d suck
But in my windpipe some pastry got stuck
I coughed and I spluttered, turned purple then red
And all of a sudden I dropped down dead
My funeral was nice, quite a posh affair
And I had a bouquet like a giant eclair