When the Hearse Comes Riding By
Here is a childhood poem that was memorized and recited by friends and family on Halloween and in between. Who remembers this one?
When the hearse comes riding by
you know one day you’ll have to die
they wrap you up in a bloody sheet
they bury you down about 50 ft.
the worms crawl in the worms crawl out
they use your guts as sauerkraut
they use your bones as telephones
they call you up when you’re not at home
they use your blood as graaavvyyyy….
Happy Halloween 🙂