THE HEARSE SONG

      Don't you ever laugh as the hearse goes by,
      For you may be the next to die.
      They wrap you up in a big white sheet
      From your head down to your feet.
      They put you in a big black box
      And cover you up with dirt and rocks.
      All goes well for about a week,
      Then your coffin begins to leak.
      The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
      The worms play pinochle on your snout.
      They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
      They eat the jelly between your toes.
      A big green worm with rolling eyes
      Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes.
      Your stomach turns a slimy green,
      And pus pours out like whipping cream.
      You spread it on a slice of bread,
      And that's what you eat when you are dead.

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Printed here as printed by the Detroit News Web site, Halloween article.
http://detnews.com/history/haunt/haunt.htm

Version remembered from childhood:

Don't you laugh as the hearse goes by,
for you may be the next to die.
The undertaker takes you in,
while all your relatives sit and grin.
They wrap you up in a big white sheet,
and bury you under about six feet deep.
Everything's fine 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.
Your liver turns a ghastly green,
and puffs right up like whipping cream.
you sop it up with a piece of bread,
and that's what you eat when you are dead.

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