Check out my poem:

Did you see that coffin passing by
Maybe your the next to die
They wrap you up in a big white sheet
And bury you down about twenty feet

It'll be alright for the first week
But then your coffin will spring a leak
Worms crawl in, worms crawl out
Worms crawl up & down your snout


Well, actually my Dad wrote that. At least he said he did, but I know he usually picks them up from somewhere else.