The Worms Crawl in If you should see a hearse go by You'll know that you are the next to die They wrap you up in a big white sheet And bury you down about six feet deep It all goes well for about a week And then the coffin begins to leak The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out The mice* play pinochle on your snout One little worm that isn't so shy Craws in your ear and out your eye Your eyes they turn a gushy green Your stomach turns to whipped ice-cream You spread it all on a piece of bread And that's what you eat when you're dead. ----------------------------------------------------------------- From the singing of Judy Cook, who remembers it from childhood. Variations remembered by others: *mice - worms Dennis Cook DC
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