FOUND IN A COUNTRY GRAVE-YARD
Mary was healthy, Mary was young;
But Mary lies here, for she had but one lung.
She talked all her life till she died with lockjaw;
I now rest in peace—she was my mother-in-law.
The grass is green, the rose is red,
But the man who lies here had no hair on his head.
A man lies under this monument grand
Who was caught with five aces at once in his hand.
With seven wives when on earth he was blessed,
But now the poor lobster is taking a rest.
Lonely and sad and silent and damp,
But nobody cares, for here lies a tramp.
Johnny lies here all sweet and serene;
Johnny ate apples both sour and green.
On earth it may rain, hail and snow,
But the climate is different, here below.
The day-time is light and the night-time is dark;
Did anyone know me—my name was John Clark?
I never thought skating in winter was nice;
But where I am now I wish they had ice.
Neither flesh nor blood rest beneath these stones;
Just fifty pounds of skin and bones.