nose,
They’d perk right up and forget their woes
And nudge each other and say, “Suz me,
What a beautiful funeral voice that be.”
And in time, though he sang for all who asked,
For saint and sinner, still he basked
In especial favor as one whose ease
And voice gave a tone to obsequies.
It’s whispered around, and I guess it’s so
That when he hinted he thought he’d go