I Simply Refused To Ride With Death

When I refused to ride with Death He tied my hands and feet, Then tossed me in with some poor guy He'd grabbed up off the street. Oh, what a hurry he was in! He slammed it to the floor. We sat in wide-eyed, abject fear, Each clinging to a door. While whizzing past the school, we saw The children run and play. We passed the fields where tractors hummed On this, our judgment day. We captives introduced ourselves, Shook hands, and sadly talked. When Death heard unfamiliar names, He gasped, slowed down, and balked. He made a sudden stop beside A swelling of the ground. He scratched his head, he murmured low, And then he turned around. " 'Tis centuries until your time! I've made a grave mistake. Seems I misread the pick-up sheet. You're free, for goodness sake!"