Death Warmed Up
The Reaper looks ever so poorly
The Reaper looks ever so grim
But then it is hardly surprising
He really is terribly thin
With his job there’s no time for dinner
He looks like he’s dead on his feet
He really is ever so busy
And doesn’t get much time to eat
It’s about time he had an assistant
Some help is what’s needed, and quick
If he does not start, looking after himself
He’s going to end up quite sick
So if his employers are listening
And they don’t want to get into trouble
Make sure he takes all his mealtimes and breaks
But do it tout suite, at the double
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