Obituary

Lying here,
In this big body bag,
Is our friend, comrade,
Who passed away the other day.

He stood, when with us,
With lots of confidence,
And talked sheer sense,
That made us feel good.

Our friend, dear comrades,
Was a man of virtue,
With no vice in him,
He did good to everyone.

Now as is custom,
The evil one, death,
Reaps where he’s not sown,
And that’s what he did.

We loved him,
Old and young,
Boy and girl,
We did it well and truly.

Now as we send him off,
Let us shed a tear,
A warm tear of love,
That will make him smile.

Let us say we love him,
We’ll always do,
And he shouldn’t worry,
Let us say it this once.

Anyway, we are headed that way,
Our friend has just gone before us,
So take heart, my comrades,
For we’ll see him on that day.