Come on, people, you can't let me be the only sorry bastard to submit to this one. Get with it, folks!! While I was waiting for you all to get done lolligagging around, I wrote another one....

Harry Flynn

I've a nice little urn and made out of shiny brass
I've a big green bush covering my lid
The bees are buzzing as I sit here in the grass
Now what could a man want more?

I don't know, maybe so
But a dead man's life is easy and it's free
I'm the last to complain, but I'm sitting all alone
Sure nobody's looking after me

My spirit often tells me I should go and have a try
To find a girl that owns a nice dry shelf
And I know the way I says, there's some one on my mind
But first I have to trust myself

I don't know, maybe so
It would mollify me greatly to agree
Now there's my name is Harry Flynn, it's a home I'd love to win
If one can be found for me

Now there's a little girl who is a cousin of mine
And she's a decent colleen, don't you see
And I mean to go and ask her just as soon as I get found
If she'll come and find a shelf for me

Will she come, I don't know
But I'd love to have her dusting off my seat
And I'd sing like a thrush in this hawthorn bush
If she'd come and find a shelf for me

Amergin