I fear death, oh! what a fright!
I try to imagine the day he calls
No paper no quills the day he calls
He drops on doors and breaks hearts
No permit’s required where he lands
He orders, host entertains.
I fear death ,Oh! what a fright!
This is an operation no frills’ requireth
Angel speaks chops bones
A modus operandi confounding minds
It’s the sampling that kills the person
A process pervading all the parts
As soul is hauled from toes and up
And out to where only Owner allows
The angel of death each day for a visit returns
The while life and laughter this person enjoys.