And yet another bit of poetry (St. Louis, Mo, 1970's was when I heard it first.)

One bright day, in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came and shot the two dead boys.
If you don't believe this tale is true,
Ask the blind man: he saw it too.