Curse of the Hearse
Terry Teene

Here comes the hearse!

Never laugh when the hearse goes by,
For you may be the next to die.
First they wrap you in a bloody sheet,
And sling you down about six feet.
All goes well for about a week,
And then the casket begins to leak.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout.

Little green bugs of eyes of red,
Go through your liver, and out your head.
Your eyes sink in, your teeth fall out.
The icy tickle in your spine makes you want to scream and shout!
Your stomach turns a moldy green,
And oozes out a whipping cream!
(And me without a spoon…)

Here comes the hearse!

If you scrimp and slave, a fortune you save,
You lose it all when you go to the grave.
For if life were a thing that money could buy,
The rich would live and the poor would die.

Here comes the hearse!