• Don't you ever laugh as a hearse goes by
    For you may be the next to die
    They wrap you in a big, white sheet
    From your head down to your feet
    They put you in a big black box
    And bury you under dirt and rocks
    All goes well for about a week
    But then your coffin begins to leak
    The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
    The worms play pinochle on your snout
    A big green worm with rolling eyes
    Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes
    Your stomach turns a sickly green
    And puss pours out like whiping cream
    You spread it on a slice of bread
    And that's what you eat when you are dead!