Wed Jan 17, 2007 10:02 pm
There are more versions of this charming children's song...
The Worms Crawl In
Did you ever think, as a hearse goes by,
That you might be the next to die?
They wrap you up in a big white sheet,
And bury you down about six feet deep
They put you in a long pine box
And cover you over with dirt and rocks
And all goes well, for about a week,
And then the coffin begins to leak!
The worms crawl in and the worms crawl out
The worms that crawl in are lean and thin
The worms that crawl out are fat and stout
The worms play pinochle on your snout.
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose
They eat the goodies between your toes
They use your bones as telephones
and call you up but you're no longer at home
Your eyes fall in and your hair falls out
Your brains come pouring out your snout
Your eyes pop out, your teeth decay
and that's the end of a peaceful day
You turn the color of sickening green
And pus comes out like butter and cream
You wipe it up with a piece of bread
And that's what you eat when you are dead
Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.