that you could be the next to die,
they wrap you up in a big white sheet
and drop you down about six feet
It's not to bad for about a week
but then your coffin begins to leak,
and big green grubs with purple eye's
crawl up your snout and out your eye's
Your liner turns a gaustly green
and pus comes out like thick whipped cream,
are you in bed having a bad,bad dream
or are you dead and not part of the team
as a friend of MR COW told it to him in a yarn. If you know
who wrote this, or if you know the rest of the words
please email me, as I would realy like to know the rest of the poem.
Email me : unfenced_cow@yahoo.com.au
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