Did you ever stop to think, as the hearse rolls by,
That sooner or later both you and I
Will travel along in the selfsame hack,
With never a worry about coming back.

They'll lift you out, and they'll lower you down,
The men with their shovels will stand around;
They'll throw in some dirt, and they'll throw in some rocks,
And it will fall with a thump on your old pine box.

The worms crawl out, and the worms crawl in
They'll crawl all over your mouth and chin;
They'll call in their friends, and their friends' friends', too,
And you'll look like hell when they are through with you.

Dated 4-11-1921.   Ed Magee, reporter. From The Coopers International Journal.

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