Among the dead, I sat and read
The book aroused some grief
A digger dug a nice, neat grave
Less tidy were his teeth
A girl walked by in Catholic skirt
Put flowers on a tomb
Her grandma had gone on to dwell
In some post-mortem womb
The digger in the sun is brave
To do his morbid chore
A grave is brave to hold the dead
Not vomit up the gore
The skirted girl needs Grandma back
The digger needs new teeth
But I am needless in the shade
The book, the grave, the grief
