Death Is a Gentleman
Death, He is a gentleman.
Why? So you might ask.
He invites you to his caravan,
And offers you His flask.
He is polite and courtly.
With manners yet unmatched.
You'll arrive in Heaven shortly,
Following a primrose path.
He will treat you as a peer,
You are assured of that.
You have not a thing to fear
When He tips His weathered hat.
Oh, Death, how kind You be,
For You eradicate my misery.
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