Now a great Bard's memorial
Was inscribed "Not dead, just dozing".
It was funny to think, beneath the earth,
A composer was decomposing.

Chorus:
Ooohh!
Let's drink to those that have gone
Let's drink to the bones in the dirt
Let's drink to those who are wearing
Their final wooden shirt......
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A maiden jumped from a building
And squashed a Jester flat.
It was verging on the ridiculous,
To have lost your life like that.

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An anarchist was caught in the act
And by his captors berated.
The shallow grave they made him dig
Was the last plot he ever created.

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A foolhardy young hunter,
New methods of stalking, was testing.
And that is how he ended up
In a lion's large intestine.

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All that I asks is a pair of coins
To place upon me eyes.
So I may pay my bills and dues,
When I curls up me toes and dies.

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Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Phaestian, in the year 381 AF.