An' nineteen carriages, an' folks with verses
Sayin' how great I was, an' all like that,
An' wreaths, an' girls with crapes around their hat
Tellin' the world how bad their hearts was broke,
An' you, just smashed to think I had to croak....
I can't stand that bird, somehow—makes me cry....
The world'll be darn sorry when I die!