That sooner or later both you and I
Will travel along in the selfsame hack,
With never a worry about coming back?
They’ll lift you out and they’ll lower you down,
The men with their shovels will stand around;
They’ll throw in some dirt and they’ll throw in some rocks,
And it will fall with a thump on your old pine box.
The worms crawl out and the worms crawl in,
They’ll crawl all over your mouth and chin;
They’ll call in their friends and their friends’ friends, too,