Don't ever laugh when a herse comes by, For you may be the next todie. They wrap you up in a big white sheet, From your head to your feet. They place 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. Worms crawl in, Worms crawl out. Worms play pinnacle On your snout. Then one greenworm with rolling eyes Crawls in your stomach And out your eyes. Your stomach turns a slimey green, Puss pours like whipping cream. Your spred that on a piece of bread, And thats what you eat when you are dead .
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore!
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